Intro: [An interview with Xzibit]
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[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?
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All the money that you guys are talkin' about?
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Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?
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Or the leather sized stuff?
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[X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the
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artform and the money is like on a equal level.
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You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine
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line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists
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that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop
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underground people that, that, that is looking for that
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you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that
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that you can go up and doin' it
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Verse 1: [Xzibit]
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Xzibit keep it on deck
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Live, vinyl, CD or cassette
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Whatever you select
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I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque
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See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
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To represent the heat that I repeat
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Now you can take the highs out of the beat
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But never take the rucked out of the rhyme
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Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional
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Your whole style is promotional
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A dead giveaway to me is just another business day
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Xzibit here to stay
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My life, a tribute to the A.K,
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you wanna play
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A situation only one man can walk away from
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The same way he came
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When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename
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So why do I say fuck the fame
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Because it come and go
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The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
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I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos
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Niggas make ya money
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But let the money make you
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Hook: [King T] x2
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We make, make money, money
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Take's money to survive
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The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive
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Cause it's all about the C-notes
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Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too
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Don't let the money make you
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Verse 2: [Soopafly]
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It's Soopafly,
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comin' with that gangsta shit
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That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
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The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get
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Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit
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I Stomp down your whole compound
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Takin' all the shots
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Device from the few I'm rise
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Let the others drop
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I elevate
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Who drop when a dime never got me straight
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I'm still goin' for broke
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I push you to the stroke
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And one man loc and say high
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Smokin' to keep an open, mind
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Focus on military time provokin'
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The G in me, nigga
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(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly
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AZ you are shit
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Now gettin' down with the Pound
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Now who can shake it till it break ground
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Many motherfuckers are greedy
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There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business
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When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick
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(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)
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Fuck type shit
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Make ya step back
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Soopafly, hit like crack
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Life is a jet
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Maintainin' the top figures deliver
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The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river
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Now, whether if a nigga step up
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Be prepared to kick your rap up
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Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga
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Hook: [King T] x2
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Verse 3: [Xzibit]
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So when I die,
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bury me upside-down
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So the whole world can kiss my ass
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Live fast
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Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight
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So I catch you (?)
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Xzibit comin' down like a saint
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So prepare for the judgement day
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Be careful what the fuck you say
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Rhyme these parts
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Amadeus and Mozart,
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the love for the arts and crash
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Paragraphs to bust niggas in half
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That's what I fuck with
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(?) time to get my duck sit
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Miss me if you try to make a buck with
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I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck
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Black cash every black trash
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Never relax, never get attached to anything
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That's not gonna hand so life
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I come back like Christ
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Pacific natural ice
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With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done
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Might live by the gun,
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but keep livin' through my livin' son
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Hook: [King T] x4
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Outro:
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[King T]
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We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money (x4)
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We take money, take money, take money, money, money (x4)
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[Soopafly]
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Don't let this money make you
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Don't Let The Money Make You (bonus track)
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| Xzibit |
