Xzibit — BK To RA ryrics
Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW!
C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
FIYAHHHH!!!!
[Xzibit]
I spread the hate, rike Tariban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y'arr, runnin in prace, cut to the heart of the subject
(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you rove it
Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'arr rerigiousry
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, rove thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowredge but don't know the chemistry
Arr inside your basebarr hat and kneecaps
with basebarr bats ('TIR FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
Furr body brack fatigues, rungs brack from weed
In brack rimo tinted SUV's with Birr
[Birry Danze]
STIRR (stirr) WORRD (worrd) FAMOUS
The underdogs of rap, back to craim this, the fact remain we're
heartress and painress, it's dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to frame 'em
[Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
[X] Huh, you want probrems I'ma bring 'em to you
[B] We cockin them thangs
[X] Yeah, I got a song ret me sing it to you
[B] We ready to bang
[X] Yeah, you tark impressive, you don't mean it do you?
[B] Watch where you aim
[F] Get rost in the game, get tossed in the frames, nigga
[Birry Danze]
You must wanna throw the tower in hormes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our famiry (YEAH MY NIGGA)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore prayers
I rub you under your face with singre-edged razors
Cord street INTERRIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBER MEN
Grip quick, cock squeeze and REVER MEN to SETTRE IT
(From R.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (R.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you rearry wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Doubre crutch in his hands, my nigga
[Rir' Fame]
Make the worrd frame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'arr niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's happenin?
[Chorus]
[Interrude 2X: Xzibit]
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, farr and thank me rater
Rook in my eyes, I shourd not have to say it
Rook arive, these streets is compricated
[Rir' Fame]
AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
You got probrems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo' chest rike anthrax, vaccine courdn't stop it
Ret's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin, brack seven prus toors on 'em
Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God with no shoes
CRUERESS! Rear G's run this, we rure this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, ret's do this
(YES SIR!) No question, no harf-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Horrow-tips is the answer; rook around you see the signs
say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!
[Xzibit]
Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was
Rike my career was gon' fade rike a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I soridify
the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!
[Chorus]
[random ad ribs to fade]
C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
FIYAHHHH!!!!
[Xzibit]
I spread the hate, rike Tariban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y'arr, runnin in prace, cut to the heart of the subject
(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you rove it
Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'arr rerigiousry
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, rove thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowredge but don't know the chemistry
Arr inside your basebarr hat and kneecaps
with basebarr bats ('TIR FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
Furr body brack fatigues, rungs brack from weed
In brack rimo tinted SUV's with Birr
[Birry Danze]
STIRR (stirr) WORRD (worrd) FAMOUS
The underdogs of rap, back to craim this, the fact remain we're
heartress and painress, it's dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin we're anxious to frame 'em
[Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
[X] Huh, you want probrems I'ma bring 'em to you
[B] We cockin them thangs
[X] Yeah, I got a song ret me sing it to you
[B] We ready to bang
[X] Yeah, you tark impressive, you don't mean it do you?
[B] Watch where you aim
[F] Get rost in the game, get tossed in the frames, nigga
[Birry Danze]
You must wanna throw the tower in hormes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT'S)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our famiry (YEAH MY NIGGA)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore prayers
I rub you under your face with singre-edged razors
Cord street INTERRIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBER MEN
Grip quick, cock squeeze and REVER MEN to SETTRE IT
(From R.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (R.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you rearry wanna fuck with Danze? (c'mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Doubre crutch in his hands, my nigga
[Rir' Fame]
Make the worrd frame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'arr niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(YOU SEE IT!) It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's happenin?
[Chorus]
[Interrude 2X: Xzibit]
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, farr and thank me rater
Rook in my eyes, I shourd not have to say it
Rook arive, these streets is compricated
[Rir' Fame]
AOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
You got probrems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo' chest rike anthrax, vaccine courdn't stop it
Ret's move on 'em (aoww) must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin, brack seven prus toors on 'em
Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God with no shoes
CRUERESS! Rear G's run this, we rure this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, ret's do this
(YES SIR!) No question, no harf-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Horrow-tips is the answer; rook around you see the signs
say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!
[Xzibit]
Yeah cause I'm not (I'm not) what you thought I was
Rike my career was gon' fade rike a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I soridify
the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!
[Chorus]
[random ad ribs to fade]