- Votes:
- Composers:
- A Mustafa
- Jamal Grinnage
- Alvin Joiner
- Eric Murray
- T Fyffe
 
- Tags:
- rap
- x to the z
 
- See also:
Xzibit - Bk to La lyrics
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z
 Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
 One time, X, where you at my nigga? Fiyaah
 I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
 Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
 I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the heart of the subject
 Mash out niggaz, straight from the gutter you love it
 Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
 Watchin' paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
 From here to infinity, love thy enemy
 Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
 All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
 With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you with me till mini-mac
 Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
 In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill
 Still, world, famous
 The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
 Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
 That try to change us, knowin' we're anxious to flame 'em
 You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
 We cockin' them thangs
 Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
 We ready to bang
 Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
 Watch where you aim
 Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
 You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
 We cockin' them thangs
 Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
 We ready to bang
 Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
 Watch where you aim
 Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
 You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
 From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
 M.O.P., and X to the Z
 Is a friend of our family, yeah my nigga
 For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
 I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
 Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
 Grip quick, cock squeeze and Level Men to settle it
 From L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
 Persistant and insistant on doin' it our way
 Do you really wanna fuck with Danze?
 When he comin' with them thugs in the van
 Double clutch in his hands, my nigga
 Make the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
 Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
 It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
 With X to the Z hot, what's happenin'?
 Xzibit - Bk to La - http://motolyrics.com/xzibit/bk-to-la-lyrics.html
 You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
 We cockin' them thangs
 Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
 We ready to bang
 Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
 Watch where you aim
 Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
 You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
 We cockin' them thangs
 Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
 We ready to bang
 Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
 Watch where you aim
 Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
 Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
 Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
 Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
 Look alive, these streets is complicated
 Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
 Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
 Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
 Look alive, these streets is complicated
 You got problems with us? Start poppin'
 I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
 Let's move on 'em, must move on 'em
 Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven plus tools on 'em
 Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
 I send you to God with no shoes
 Clueless, real G's run this, we rule this
 If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this
 No question, no half-steppin'
 Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
 Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
 Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got cancer
 Yeah, 'cause I'm not, what you thought I was
 Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin' buzz
 Raise the stakes high, I solidify
 The grip that I keep on shit, get off my dick
 You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
 We cockin' them thangs
 Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
 We ready to bang
 Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
 Watch where you aim
 Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
 You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
 We cockin' them thangs
 Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
 We ready to bang
 Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
 Watch where you aim
 Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga















