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Xzibit ~ Deeper
| Verse 1: Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?) Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with That point blank to the face shit Who you think this is Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin Paparazzi all over again, times ten Like thee original sin I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti I kick back like karate Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like Hook: Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that) Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Verse 2: Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken I ain't Jamacian Find another chick to jerk A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work Never rest put to the test get put to the death Never the less only greater than Trust no man Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight Burn your cornea Big bad California To the Waldord Historia (c'mon) N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me But all I see is capital H-E-A-T I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run) The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye) Hook Verse 3: Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy You can't stop it love it or leave it alone Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state penetentary Full of well known villians that wanna come home Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome My nigga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones Heir to the thrown Xzibit bring the lead to your dome Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard Protect they spots with heat They kids ggotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet And who you sleep with Might find yourself in deep shit So hit me with your best shot I'm lookin' forward to it You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it How dare you try to check the fluid Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax Hook more free lyrics |