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Xzibit - Spit Shine
Verse 1
I 'ma clean this whole s**t out like colonics,
with words put togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike the match,
inferno, I'm to throue nigg*, so stand back,
I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I'm strick with knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch nigg*'s b*tch up and go through changes,
I had gun's before thugs was in fashion,
I mashed out before knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started crashin,
I got punch lines and nigg*'s aint laughin...
CHORUS
I'm gon be here after the smoke dye down,
Insomnia style I won't lye down,
fight the good fight don't need no help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live lifelong ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own s**t cause this s**t's mine,
every time I spit, I shine
Verse 2
I preach what I practise,
back s**t up, wrap this, rap s**t up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acura,
yall suck like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight stone face don't fk with gay s**t,
so i guess that means I cant fk with you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop, induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any motherfker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I cursed to death,
I'm a spit till my very last breath...
(fk yall)
CHORUS
Verse 3
Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target,
You ain't came up yet well nigg*' let me show ya, (aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and s**t on himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second,
the evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one nigg* talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
if you cant handle the time then ride the b*tch,
might as well touch your tail and jump the fence,
castrate yourself expose the b*tch,
X go head up, the fk never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can't stomach,
You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a rap premoter,
Game over...
CHORUS
