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40 Dayz & 40 Nightz |
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What U See is What U Get |
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Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro) |
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Speaking: |
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And so it was written, and after all these things, |
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I saw another angel come down from heaven |
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Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory |
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And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has |
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fallen, |
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it's fallen and has become the habitation of devils |
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and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men" |
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What you see is what you get now |
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Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe |
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Shot heard around the world |
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Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple |
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To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time |
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Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine |
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walkin' down the very thin line, holdin' wait, runnin' crazy in the streets, |
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yeah |
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Plus the company I keep work in overtime |
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while you oversleep don't wanna see none of this evil I speak |
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Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress |
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You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress |
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All day, every day, every which way |
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Who said to can't have your cake and eat it too(fuck you) |
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This is a hard time on planet earth |
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for what it's worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this |
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Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, |
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gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it |
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moving |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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And that's the real shit |
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You got more than you bargained for |
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Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last |
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one, |
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black, take your breath like an asthma attack |
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Just a slave like Flava Flav, you're blind to the fact |
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Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T |
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guranteed to bring the house down naturally |
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Niggas knowin' no limits lime Master P |
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makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, |
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a whole different breed of MC |
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Realize it's you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree |
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roundhouse to the mouth right |
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and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright |
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I feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red |
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'cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread |
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Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead |
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Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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And that's the real shit |
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And yeah, everybody start to rush |
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Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush |
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I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust |
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I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate |
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ill set it straight and start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, |
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construction work |
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heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt |
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Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt |
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Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt |
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Get cut from th belly up |
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I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane |
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I'm tryin' to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things, |
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material things, protected by the underground kings |
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who rule the land with an iron fist |
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The "Men In Black", if we flash can't remember shit |
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You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam |
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'cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture |
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playas, pimps, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters, |
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gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it |
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moving |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah |
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What you see is what you get now |
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The kinda style make the whole world go wow |
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Bless the child like a hoe who's on flesh 'n bone |
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and no matter where I roam I feel right at home |
