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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera X > Versuri Xzibit > Miscellaneous - 25 To LifeXzibit, Juvenile, Nature, Ja Rule, and Reptile---To Life  
 
 Yo', to my people doin' time 
 Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to 
 Wake up everybody 
 Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile 
 Come on, bring the heat 
 
 Look, I made you mein 
 Livin' in this house of pain 
 Stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck 
 Repeat felons caught up with the def I was sellin' 
 And for the past three months, yo' I could still hear 
 my victims yellin' 
 But I can't listen to my conscience, it's nonsense 
 If I didn't shoot, I'd be the Indian in the suit 
 In the box under the ground, fox-chased by the hound 
 Like vermin and frown, Xzibit get down 
 
 By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual 
 Wanna run his mouth, throw some hands with the General 
 Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal 
 Def disease, keep your luxuries to a minimal 
 I'm not talkin' bout weed, jewels, and Bentleys 
 I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentine 
 See what I mean, livin' with the scum of the earth 
 Hit with plenty of time towards just of life from the 
 inside 
 
 For every rhyme I write be ta life 
 
 You got me thug innocent, look I ain't do this s@#$ 
 You don't wanna hear my side, but you believe in that 
 b@#$% 
 You're makin' my nerves bad, I need to smoke me a Joe 
 Cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' about lettin' 
 me go 
 Where my lawyer, in contempt, Juvenile ain't nothin' 
 for ya 
 Yo', go tell it to my mother and my father 
 But they gon' cuss you out, so don't you even bother 
 You know that b@#$% ain't right 
 That b@#$% didn't see nuttin' cause it was dark at 
 night 
 But I guess us niggas look the same to y'all 
 Passin' ??? like the game of ball 
 This is my third felony, plus my third strike 
 Man, I ain't goin' home, I go5 ta life 
 
 For every rhyme I write be ta life 
 
 Q.U., New York 
 You try to criticize me, I criticize you 
 Been the same motherf@#$er since high school 
 And he be that s@#$ light tool with crazy wattage 
 Blankin' out, bought my first 8 ball for $Learned who not to trust, grew up obnoxious 
 Some niggas start to hate me, same time the boys in 
 blue watch us 
 Circlin' but they don't slow down 
 Take you to court, think you seein' Judge Joe Brown 
 They just actin', and he's throwin' Tyson back in 
 Another year, f@#$in' with a nigga's career 
 I cock back at you, bust in the air, give me space 
 Beats with plenty bass, drink my Hennessy straight 
 Till I earl out, Third World clout 
 I'll take niggas hearts and turn killers into girl scouts 
 Work of arts, Picasso's from the hydro roller/hustler 
 CEO/retired soul 
 
 For every rhyme I write be ta life 
 
 Kill or be killed, behind the wall, days short 
 Still the thought of murderer true to this sport 
 I bang with the best ??? real criminals 
 Now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out 
 Hollarin' bout how they gon' hit on me now 
 And this is real wild, bangin' before child 
 New case, new trial, I don't give a f@#$ 
 I'm playin' the yard, I stick to my n@#s 
 Ready to self-destruct, Lord, I don't wanna die 
 Move about with your honor to hit me with 
 I know the real recognize every hustle 
 And die with niggas in the struggle, you feel me 
 
 Oh, God, shells loaded 
 In the summer I auto quoted a known cat, never voted 
 Picture me on the scene huntin' for green 
 Is like Mike Meyers trick-or-treatin' on Halloween 
 Mash down in fatigues, servin' the fiends 
 Kill or be killed, metal pipes under the sleeves 
 In the city slicker, bust Tex, a buff says roughneck 
 Love liquor and act figures 
 Blood sport on the streets, no gloves 
 Pullin' knives out the fridge, handin' out cold cuts, uh 
 Street's real, thug, so recognize, thug 
 Close your eyes, thug, you bout to die, thug 
 Call up the President, I'm blowin' up your residence 
 Spills acid on the corpse to clear the evidence 
 Protestors outside screamin', "Freak out, he ??? up 
 out it" 
 SWAT teams is ready with the shotty 
 
 For every rhyme I write be ta life 
 Y'all need to 
 Wake up everybody 
 For every rhyme I write be ta life 
 Y'all need to 
 Wake up everybody 
 
 For all my people doin' time 
 Keep your head up 
 Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 
 New millenium, new millenium, come on
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