Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while Xzibit stay versitile with Million Dollar lifestyle and I can feel it as a child growin' up the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket I guess that's why we never kick it a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid How many niggaz do you know like this? Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch It don't make sense Either you're a soldier from the start or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part like dat
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It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame EXTRA LARGE It's a shame niggaz in the rap game only for the money and the fame Paparazzi (2x)
Verse Two
I don't need no lights no cameras just action god dammit never no superstar I'm more like a planet so my composure is kept while others start to sweat A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous Big Bad Los Angeles Dangerous, Vandelous Yo, not to be trusted so how the fuck is you hard not being scared by the boulevard I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf from the West puttin whole counties to the test it's all in perspective Breaker one-nine copy this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
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Verse Three
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress but I just play the back others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal there for you look and stare like it's magic too much of anything can make you an addict when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait who dare to cross this path yo, I do ya like math cut with glass, make a blood bath so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with smoke a lot of blunts with I dispose of your punk shit keep it all in perspective Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi
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