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Xzibit, 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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