Xzibit

Xzibit - HANDLE YOUR TIME lyrics

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[Convict 2/Sadat X]

Oh my goodness! Look what they sendin through nowadays

Ah, it's a light-weight

And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of that

Yeah, well we gone see what it is

[Convict 1/Xzibit]

What you in for, everything under the sun

Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun

That's my third strike, so Xzibit can't go home

Fight to see Daylight like Sylvester Stallone

Don't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-low

My family might mistake you for an undercover C-O

Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin

Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin

[Convict 2/Sadat X]

You see the judge, but he don't budge

That's you're third felony, I believe strike three

Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite

Lost to the world, your moms and your girl

Keep your weight up, or your ass get ate up

Cats is stickin, straight up

Wit the shank, get more time in the tank

Ask Hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rank

They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife

[Convict 1/Xzibit]

Just because I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop

Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop

You a new recruit, so today I'm lettin you slide

But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side

If you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mine

Behind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got time

We're I'm from, time is money and got neither to waste

Once in a while catch a Cannanite in the wrong place

BEAT HIM DOWN, break the strongest hand, piss in his face

Strike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a case

Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass

Plus the female C-Order wanna give me some ass

Chorus [Sadat X] 2x

This is your new home boss, where you survive at all costs

And if you don't, well it's only your loss

You're only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, ha

Handle your time like a man yo

[Convict 1/Xzibit]

So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-no

You know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrate

Fuck stayin straight, hair braided by this Muslim cat

Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps

Niggas say "Who the fuck is that?"

The X-Man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the county

Correctional facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit these

Murders and felonies keep you company ("YEAH!")

[Convict 3/Kid Creole]

And yes y'all, come on in ("YEAH")

All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass shook niggas ("YEAH")

Yeah bitch, welcom to central booking ("YEAH")

A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers ("YEAH"), drug slingers, and gun

Clappers

Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ("YEAH") like y'all

Get on your ?("YEAH"), get out the blood on your ?married character?

Kitten-ass faces ("YEAH"), niggas about to beat you all down to the last stop

*echoes*

[Convict 2/Sadat X]

I'm all good, as I telephone my hood

At first I was shook, tried to play by the book

But you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell

I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner

Where I'm in fat pink caps, New York to California

Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos

Givin cats pills, and tell em "Yo try those!"

Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight

We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight

Hey you be aight, but don't act like a sucka

Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker

Use control, put a cat in whole if he's broke

And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and go

And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough

Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bail

Chorus

[Convict 2/Sadat X] (Convict 3/Kid Creole)

Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man

(Oh what? Oh shut the fuck up!)

Somebody got some at least some money man (Nigga what!)

Or something man, I ain't get no letters man

(You gone be my bitch tonight, what)

Niggas forgettin about me man

(I'll poke y'all, don't come on the island)

Namsayin, supposed to be my crew

(Don't be on the island when I get there)

Can't even make collect phone calls

(Mothafucker, what ah um!)

Tryin to jam my collect calls now

(You will be mines tonight mothafucker!)

Nobody ain't home, nobody wanna write me (Mine you hear me!)

I ain't got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin

(You'll be mine tonight mothafucker!)

Ain't nobody put no money on my book

(Don't fall asleep tonight bitch!)

It's like I'm starvin in here

This ain't no fun

Thanks to adrina for these lyrics

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