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Xzibit

Handle Your Time

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Текст песни Xzibit - Handle Your Time

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Текст песни Xzibit - Handle Your Time




[convict 2/sadat x]Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through nowadaysAh, it's a light-weightAnd he got a smirk on his face like it's all of thatYeah, well we gone see what it is[convict 1/xzibit]( )What you in for, everything under the sunRecently, got me first degree wit a hot gunThat's my third strike, so xzibit can't go homeFight to see daylight like sylvester stalloneDon't ask too many questions nigga, keep that on the d-lowMy family might mistake you for an undercover c-oLast one that tried didn't make it past bookinFive times in the neck when everybody was lookin[convict 2/sadat x]You see the judge, but he don't budgeThat's you're third felony, i believe strike threeRemanded and stranded, to the cold steel graniteLost to the world, your moms and your girlKeep your weight up, or your ass get ate upCats is stickin, straight upWit the shank, get more time in the tankAsk hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high rankThey 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 stopHer-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a popYou a new recruit, so today i'm lettin you slideBut tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the sideIf you a smart mothafucker, you'll be fallin wit mineBehind bars, no bitches and cars, we only got timeWe're i'm from, time is money and got neither to wasteOnce in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong placeBeat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in his faceStrike fear, play the rear, 'fore he catchin a caseLow-class, got a dozen free visitors passPlus the female c-order wanna give me some assChorus [sadat x] 2xThis is your new home boss, where you survive at all costsAnd if you don't, well it's only your lossYou're only here cuz you tried to force and be the boss, haHandle your time like a man yo[convict 1/xzibit]So it's my twenty-third birthday, drinkin brew-noYou know no matter what it take, we gotta celebrateFuck stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim catRegulate the whole yard, now we got the strapsNiggas say "who the fuck is that?"The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in the countyCorrectional facilities, basically you don't wanna fuck wit theseMurders 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 gunClappersEven bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ("yeah") like y'allGet 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 hoodAt first i was shook, tried to play by the bookBut you can't bid your time by stayin in the cellI'm gettin high everyday like i was still on the cornerWhere i'm in fat pink caps, new york to californiaMakin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottosGivin cats pills, and tell em "yo try those!"Niggas try to scheme but my team is tightWe as shady as the night and bring fright to sightHey you be aight, but don't act like a suckaAin't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafuckerUse control, put a cat in whole if he's brokeAnd let em know, i just wanna serve my time and goAnd flow, lay low, try to grab some doughAiyyo i ain't tryin to jail, somebody post my bailChorus[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 hereThis ain't no fun




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