[Xzibit (J-Ro):]
I really wish I could act the way you want, you know what I’m saying?
(I’ma tell you exactly why I do the things)
(I do, you know what I’m sayin’)
Gotta carry the weight you know what I’m sayin’
Go ahead, check that shit out
You see I don’t like to reminisce about the past
Lower class, no clout livin’ hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
Make it real fuckin’ easy to get stretched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to man
Lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
Didn’t understand death, nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can’t change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
At thirteen, started gettin’ hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin’ treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
About forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Didn’t jump when he said then that ass got cracked
Physical contact was in form of a slap
At the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
Courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes all black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don’t remember the date of the judicial debate
But legally I was now in custody of the state
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what’s up to Xzibit and I still don’t speak
I’m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what’s up to Xzibit and I still don’t speak
I’m trying to contemplate the next move to make
I gotta find some way, Xzibit carry the weight
[Xzibit (J-Ro):]
(Damn, it’s fucked up though man)
(You know what I’m sayin’)
Yo
(The fuck you doin’ in jail)
Insane man, I don’t know man, he he he
(Yeah what’s goin’ on down there, gotta get out dude)
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI’msayin’
(It’s poppin’ man)
It’s cool yo fuck that
(It’s poppin’ out here)
They can go on and on for that
(I’m tellin’ you it’s poppin’ man come home)
Alright, in a minute
And now was was worse than the treatment I was gettin’ at home
Only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin’ all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
No hesitation, lock load then blast you without a hassle
We in a town of hicks, fuckin’ all these chicks
Sellin’ rock by the bricks
So we sellin’ like we mothafuckin’ Nino Brown
At the house when the motherfucking man touched down
Screaming demands: “Let me see your goddamn hands! (Now!)”
ATF cause a handguns’s a contraband
Never kept it in the house so of course we clowned
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
Getting drunk on the strip let the system boom
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
Catching scars that will not heal
Niggas don’t know the half about keepin’ it real
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what’s up to Xzibit and I still don’t speak
I’m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what’s up to Xzibit and I still don’t speak
I’m trying to contemplate the next move to make
I gotta find some way, Xzibit carry the weight
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what’s up to Xzibit and I still don’t speak
I’m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate
Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin’ live
Yeah! Yeah! Like this
It’s Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!
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