Xzibit - Spitshine lyrics

rate me

[Xzibit]

I'ma clean this whole shit out like colonics

With words put together better than Sony Electronics

King of the jungle, humbly stay honest

Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas

Gasoline the seem, strike the match

Inferno, I'm too thoro nigga so stand back

I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme

and make my career take an in climb

I'm strict with knives, straight with razors

Good with grenades and great with gauges

Been around the world in a million stages

Watch niggas bitch up and go through changes

I had guns before thugs was in fashion

I mashed out before niggas knew mashin

I knew terror before the plane started crashin

I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin

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I'm gon be here after the smoke die down

The sound of your style, I won't lie down

Fight the good fight, don't need no help

Keep your hands up, defend yo self

Move like I move and live life long

Can't move up if ya heart not strong

Get'cha own shit cuz this shits mine

Every time I spit I shine

[Xzibit]

Cocksucka I preach what I practise, back shit up

Wrap this rap shit up, still actin up

Get found in a trunk of an Acura

Y'all suck like jail in Dracula

X turn up the heat, increase the hatred

Straight stone faced don't fuck wit gay shit

So I guess that means I can't fuck wit you now

Two down, let off, vacate to new town

It feel like Bishop and Juice now

Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose now

Rough sound, same strong background

Been on black, the big boys layin chips down

My whole train of thought is

to body any mothafuckea wit problems and not get caught

I was blessed with life but I curse ta death

I'ma spit ta my very last breath - Fuck y'all!

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[Xzibit]

Let me give this a three second look, I hit a million dollar target

You ain't came up yet, well nigga let me show ya

Come across dope like planes and boats

Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat

You ever seen a man get smoked, they shit on they self

Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected

For evidence of the weapon and the people involved

Let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught fa sho'

I say that to say this (what?)

If you can't handle the time then ride the bench

Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence

Castrate ya self, expose the bitch

X go head up, but fuck, never ran from it

I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach

You ain't a killa, you a album filla

You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over!

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