I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, youknowhatI'm sayin'] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin' Go ahead Yeah! I break it down like this
Verse One:
You see I don't like to remenisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep count make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out I was at the funeral when it all began You know the painful transition from a boy to men I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine didn't understand death nearly lost my mind But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it Age ten, new step family arrangement at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit I would forever be hit with anything in reach Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked physical contact was in form of a slap at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate Into juvenile detention where I built up hate I don't remember the date of the judical debate but legally I was now in custody of the state
Chorus:
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
[Yeah it's fucked up though man] [YouknowhatI'msayin'] Yo [The fuck you doin' in jail] Insane man, I don't know man, he he he [Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude] Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man YouknowI'msayin' [It's popin' man] It's cool yo fuck that [It's popin' out here] They can go on and on for that [I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home]
Verse Two:
And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home but only now I was fucked up plus all alone My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone Turned age sixteen now on my own Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too with no hesitation lock load then blast you Without a hastle we in a town of hicks fuckin' all these chicks Sellin' rock by the bricks so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)" A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban we never kept it in the house So of course we clounded Only found one pistol took us all down town We be out by the end of the afternoon gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM! Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife Ty and Matt caught bodies Now they spend there life behind bars catchin' scars that will not heal niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
Chorus 1 1/2
outro:
Like this Like this, like that Yeah! gotta carry the weight Like this euh! Bringin live Yeah! yeah! like this It's Xzibit Gotta carry the weight Like that yo! Like that yo!
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