[Intro: Xzibit, J-Ro]
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I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
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youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
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(I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things
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I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')
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Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
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Go ahead
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Yeah! I break it down like this
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[Verse One:]
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You see I don't like to remenisce about the past
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The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
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Each and every wrong move the police keep count
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make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
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I was at the funeral when it all began
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You know the painful transition from a boy to men
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I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
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didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
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But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
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Age ten, new step family arrangement
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at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
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And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
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I would forever be hit with anything in reach
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Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
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about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
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Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
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physical contact was in form of a slap
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at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
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courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
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Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
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Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
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Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
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I don't remember the date of the judical debate
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but legally I was now in custody of the state
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[Chorus:]
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And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
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Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
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I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
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Gotta find some way to release this hate
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And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
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Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
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I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
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Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
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[Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]
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(Yeah it's fucked up though man)
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(YouknowhatI'msayin')
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Yo
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(The fuck you doin' in jail)
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Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
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(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)
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Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
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YouknowI'msayin'
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(It's popin' man)
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It's cool yo fuck that
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(It's popin' out here)
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They can go on and on for that
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(I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)
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[Verse Two:]
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And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
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but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
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My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
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Turned age sixteen now on my own
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Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
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with no hesitation lock load then blast you
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Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
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fuckin' all these chicks
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Sellin' rock by the bricks
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so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
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At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
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Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
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A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
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we never kept it in the house
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So of course we clounded
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Only found one pistol took us all down town
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We be out by the end of the afternoon
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gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
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Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
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Ty and Matt caught bodies
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Now they spend there life behind bars
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catchin' scars that will not heal
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niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
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[Chorus 1 1/2]
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[outro:]
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Like this
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Like this, like that
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Yeah! gotta carry the weight
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Like this euh!
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Bringin live
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Yeah! yeah! like this
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It's Xzibit
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Gotta carry the weight
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Like that yo!
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Like that yo!
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Carry The Weight
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| Xzibit |
