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Tekstovi: Xzibit. 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz. Chamber Music.

The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance

When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga without legs, I ain't tryin' to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin' of the wrong kind
'Cause if it jokes, nigga know

The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin' that Xzibit was second rate

But I refuse to make, just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos
A fight for survival"
"We have people that are conditioned
Not to expect to live past age thirty
They no longer, once they no longer care they're extremely dangerous"

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapitate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate

Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box 'em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out late night, like Dave Letterman

Time for some medicine, 'cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin' me a hater 'cause I don't ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit

Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One fifty one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I'm supposed to [unverified] like Sonny
Clarify, you don't work you don't eat, I repeat
You don't eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique

Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class

Catch a road rash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin' the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear arm from here to a hundred twenty meters

Get black walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin'
Take it without askin', rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through

Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It's Xzibit
Get on the ground, get on the ground
Hands on the back of your head, Don'
Move don't move, get on the ground