Artist: Xzibit f/ Anthony
Hamilton
Album: Man vs Machine
Song: The Gambler
[Xzibit]
Yeah.. welcome.. yeah.. huh.. there's
plenty of room for everybody man..
yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look..
[Xzibit]
Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate
a motherfucker
To a certain extent
When it's on, it's over
Don't get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your body
cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall
through the cracks
Sure as God made man, the first man
was Black
The Black man made pyramids and gangsta
rap
That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't
raise no rats
Face the facts not the fiction
I Build my empire from a pocket full
of stones
And a fifth of ambition
Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna
listen
so instead of coming up, they just,
come up missin
My mission is to hit with precision,
shake whole continents
Crush niggas' confidence, expose my
dominance
Without no conflict, you'll never
have progress
I'm sending this one out to all the
neighborhoods and projects, I'm a
[Chorus - A.H. singing (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler
(Come on)
Three-time felon with that itch for
dough
These madd street (Whuttup) Got me
puffin on dro'
I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living
(Work it)
Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars
(Come on)
And you wanna know why I hit the block
for mo'? (Yeah)
These madd street (Uh) Got me puffin
on dro' (Uh)
I'm guilty .. For tryna make a living
[Xzibit]
Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you
(nah)
I'm just wanna drink, smoke, fuck
and toss a couple dollars at you
I'm fightin dirty, I'll take thirty
of you motherfuckers
I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows
and suckerpunches
I'm not for the games, I'm not in
the mood
Not to be confused with dudes that
fumble and lose
Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity
knockin
But I'ma shoot straight through the
door if you comin with problems
It's too crowded at the bottom, too
lonely at the top
Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like
it or not
We gon' be here forever like cops
and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we
pop them toasters, nigga
[Interlude - A.H. (X)]
I'ma have to hit the block, then around
to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change
of clothes, cuz
Pimpin' ain't easy y'all,it's too
sleazy
Too greasy, and I can't take it easy!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Everytime I try to get out
I get dragged right the fuck back
in, it's like I'm never gon' win
Nigga got the whole world on his back
Overeact, matter fact we act like
when animals attack
I know, pussy sells faster than crack,
ambassador rap
Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin
with that?
Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to
cough or choke
Motorola nigga up the old fashion
way
This ain't rap, this is shit that
I was born to say
Though lately I been having dillemas,
with insignificant niggas
And half-ass rappers that think they
can get it
We the Golden State, we keep the whole
thing bouncing
Y'all move units, we move mountains
Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on
T.V.
We seen you, now we don't like Chandra
Levy, I'ma
[Chorus]
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