Тональность: F# minor•
Intro 1
F#m
C#
F#m
C#
Verse 1
F#m
I've been this
way and I can't stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won't
drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you
can't watch (no)
It ain't 'cause I want to
C#
it's 'cause I got-ta
F#m
Get Get it Crip while
the gettin' is good
Before the game is ten percent skill
and ninety percent Hollywood
I don't need that,
I don't believe that
E'rybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game
Nah! I'ma evolve continue to change
It take brains,
balls and backbones to get it on
And keep it on, we keepin 'it movin',
to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I'm just bein' real about it, X get
hot nigga forget about it
Speech don't fail me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends
Verse 2
that hold me down
F#m
(We) back on line (we) came
to ride
(We) deal (we) stack
(we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind
(until) we die
And back for mo',
'cause we can't get enough
Verse 3
F#m
Above the rest, accept no less Go
ahead, check the game,
be my guest
Somethin' brand new and heavy
to get off my chest
Win time after time 'til there ain't
none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I'm bigger, stronger, faster,
built to hurt
Everybody and anybody
who come to my party
Like they ready to get rowdy
and touch somebody
Who's that nigga y'all
came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What's next, collect respect
like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my
bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
Seizin' the moment,
livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been
around forever
Y'all cats were just too
Verse 4
blind to listen
F#m
(We) back on line (we) came
to ride
(We) deal (we) stack
(we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo',
'cause we can't get enough
Verse 5
F#m
It ain't my fault We keep droppin hits
And you can't spit like this,
so I'm takin yo' bitch
It ain't shit changed We
gon' bang like this
And I'm drinkin this fifth,
we still don't take no shit
Verse 6
F#m
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you
ain't worth six cents
I'm sick with my sixth sense
What up Doc? I'm gettin'
down to business
Crooked ass the cops to
the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music,
move it or lose it
Abuse it, let's booze it,
please don't confuse it with the
Next man, it's the X Man rollin'
Stand firm,
C#
F#m
solid as the ground I'm holdin'
Make mine Golden,
permanent State issue
Stacked with the wealth that
you can't take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I'ma squeeze this shit
and nobody gon' miss you
I'ma keep swingin' 'til
the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line,
you can't get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
C#
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one
Verse 7
(We) back on line (we) came
to ride
(We) deal (we) stack
(we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo',
Verse 8
'cause we can't get enough
F#m
(We) back on line (we) came
to ride
(We) deal (we) stack
(we) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (until) we die
And back for mo',
Outro 1
'cause we can't get enough
F#m
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