Xzibit

Xzibit - Eyes May Shine (Remix) lyrics

rate me

(feat. Mobb Deep)

[Xzibit] [Havoc in the background x8: "No doubt"]

Yea like this, rest in times, +Infamous+ Crew

yea +Infamous+ Mobb Deep, bring it down

Once again bring it live, yeah, like this

I'm on a path not thinkin bout a average man

Black Sedan my way through pitfalls and scams

Let the whole world know about this Likwit camp

Programmed to ignite on site

So now I'm standin in a whole new light (whole new light)

In a area where niggaz ain't tryin to fight (tryin to fight)

I feel my jaw get tight (get tight)

It's like, these niggaz get pumped up, and lick shots

at you, and yours, plus the motherfuckin cops

We got, blocks and blocks of non-stop hustle

21 backdrop, it's my turn to shuffle

Stay alert little pussy on the side can't hurt

Wear protection from the heats, so I don't get burnt

I got no time to be a star [echoes star, star, star]

I go straight from the car to the bar, and then get busy

Whenever provoked, I react like Bill Bixby

Incredible heat, X-to the-Z

and +The Infamous+ Mobb Deep, take it to the street

Don't waste my time (waste my time)

Tryin to disrepect me in your half-assed rhyme

(half-assed rhyme) that ass is mine

Been goin down like this since the beginnin of time

Eyes may shine

[Hook x2: Xzibit (Havoc)]

[X] Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, AND ALL OF THAT SHIT

[X] And you still won't step so what's next (What's next?)

[X] All of a sudden, you ain't sayin nuttin

[H] You better off fuckin yourself, you need to stop frontin

[Havoc]

Aiyyo

I love my niggaz for that, it strike back, handle buisness

Test the realest, stay focused and keep the, enemy nearest

Niggaz is careless, slippin up, switchin up

Teams crossin over, they gettin stuck for they +C.R.E.A.M+

Frontin like the skills, is superb and got the nerve

to get knocked the fuck out and kicked to the curb

That's for you and your whole click

You rollin thick, more the better;

so like a dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on

Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song

Take your thug off, he had it on a bit too long

Tuck your chain in, you gettin yapped

for your faulty karat slum gold Cubic Zirconian ass havin

Talk about it, be about it, you ain't been doin this

So don't start, matter fact, keep it movin

When it's on, accumulate like cancer cells

wit advanced sells, leave a snitch dead son he can't tell

[Hook x2: Xzibit (Mobb Deep)]

[X] Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, AND ALL OF THAT SHIT

[X] And you still won't step so what's next (What's next?)

[X] All of a sudden, you ain't sayin nuttin

[M] You better all, fuck yourself

[Prodigy]

(ye, ye, yo)

Yo, I send shots to any man that come too close

Niggaz get fold like a letter to ship across coast

Who Go? To go against my Militant Crime Militia

Like these street niggaz sendin' mis-sals to hit 'cha

Up from the ground up son, you get the picture

If not, write it down, take a picture

Pretend a poor exotic shit, keep me lifted, sum'in retarded

You fuckin up my high beefin; don't get me started

Too late - I'm already on your ass

Beat the fuck out of anybody witcha, and anybody that grab me

Move back, we attack, like pits locked in basements

Hungry for blood, derangedest, crayziest

type of shit you ever seen in your life

Nigga bled to death, standin up, holdin his life

Applyin pressure to his wounds tryin to stop the blood loss

Found layin in a pool of the shit, his own fault

It's P the Exaulted from NYC, you get extremely

cut the fuck up by scar thieves (*Hissin' Noises*)

Who can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time

Then get up close and personal in front of your eyes

See me dipped and down-low, ready for ac-tion, crept slow

Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock

Put a hold on your assets and dug up your pock'

We National Geographic niggas is known for flippin

This animal wildlife, surround me I live in

And float through the jungle at night on expedition

I got a jones for that live shit

Survivors of block wars and crime niggaz know what I talk

In a black Tahoe, throwin' a foat-load and blow the scene dancin

Doing bout a hundred all the way to Queens...

[Hook x2: Xzibit (Prodigy)]

[X] Eyes May Shine, teeth may grit, AND ALL OF THAT SHIT

[X] And you still won't step so what's next (What's next?)

[X] All of a sudden, you ain't sayin nuttin

[P] You better off fuckin yourself, you need to stop frontin

[Xzibit]

Mr.X-to the-Z

yea, wit the +Infamous Mobb+

+Infamous+ Crew

From alive to direct, to you and yours

In the 9-6, 9-7

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