The Gambler (Explicit) - Xzibit/Anthony Hamilton

Written by：Anthony C.

Yeah welcome yeah huh

There's plenty of room for everybody man

Yeah bangin come on yeah look

Huh stay in my lane like a hustla

Never hate a motherf**ker tolerate a motherf**ker

To a certain extent

When it's on it's over

Don't get no chance to get popping

Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin

Just another failed attempt you fall through the cracks

Sure as God made man the first man was black

The black man made pyramids and gangsta rap

That's all I know cuz poppa didn't raise no rats

Face the facts not the fiction

I build my empire from a pocket full of stones

And a fifth of ambition

Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen

So instead of coming up they just come up missin

My mission is to hit with precision shake whole continents

Crush niggas' confidence expose my dominance

Without no conflict you'll never have progress

I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects I'm a

One shot gambler yeah two shot gambler come on

Three time felon with that itch for dough

These madd street whuttup got me puffin on dro'

I'm guilty what tryna make a living work it

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars come on

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo' yeah

These madd street uh got me puffin on dro' uh

I'm guilty for tryna make a living

B**ch I ain't tryna holler at you nah

I'm just wanna smoke drink f**k and toss a couple dollars at you

I'm fightin dirty I'll take thirty of you motherf**kers

I'm throwing cheapshots low blows and suckerpunches

I'm not for the games I'm not in the mood

Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose

Xzibit move when I hear oppurtunity knockin

But I'ma shoot straight through the door if you comin with problems

It's too crowded at the bottom too lonely at the top

Ain't no inbetween trust me like it or not

We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches

Do not approach us ferocious we pop them toasters ni**a

I'ma have to hit the block then around to my hoes

I got a haze two trays and a change of clothes cuz

Pimpin' ain't easy y'all it's too sleazy

Too greasy and I can't take it easy

One shot gambler yeah two shot gambler come on

Three time felon with that itch for dough

These madd street whuttup got me puffin on dro'

I'm guilty what tryna make a living work it

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars come on

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo' yeah

These madd street uh got me puffin on dro' uh

I'm guilty for tryna make a living

Everytime I try to get out

I get dragged right the f**k back in it's like I'm never gon' win

Ni**a got the whole world on his back

Overeact matter fact we act like when animals attack

I know p**sy sells faster than crack ambassador rap

Twist back your salary cap who f**kin with that

Welcome to the X games enjoy my pain

Inhale my smoke it's hard not to cough or choke

Motorola ni**a up the old fashion way

This ain't rap this is sh*t that I was born to say

Though lately I been having dillemas with insignificant niggas

And half a** rappers that think they can get it

We the golden state we keep the whole thing bouncing

You'all move units we move mountains

You'all rap for b******t tryna be on TV

We seen you now we don't like chandra levy I'm a

One shot gambler yeah two shot gambler come on

Three time felon with that itch for dough

These madd street whuttup got me puffin on dro'

I'm guilty what tryna make a living work it

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars come on

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo' yeah

These madd street uh got me puffin on dro' uh

I'm guilty for tryna make a living

Tryna make a living

Tryna make a living

Tryna make a living