X-Zibit

X-Zibit - Handle Your Time lyrics

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 [convict 2/sadat x]

Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through nowadays

Ahit's a light-weight

And he got a smirk on his face like it's all of that

Yeahwell we gone see what it is



[convict 1/xzibit]

What you in foreverything under the sun

Recentlygot me first degree wit a hot gun

That's my third strikeso xzibit can't go home

Fight to see daylight like sylvester stallone

Don't ask too many questions niggakeep that on the d-low

My family might mistake you for an undercover c-o

Last one that tried didn't make it past bookin

Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin



[convict 2/sadat x]

You see the judgebut he don't budge

That's you're third felonyI believe strike three

Remanded and strandedto the cold steel granite

Lost to the worldyour moms and your girl

Keep your weight upor your ass get ate up

Cats is stickinstraight up

Wit the shankget more time in the tank

Ask hankhe bout to bankkilled a cop wit high rank

They 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 stop

Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop

You a new recruitso today I'm lettin you slide

But tomorrow you'll be confronted wit the two's in the side

If you a smart mothafuckeryou'll be fallin wit mine

Behind barsno bitches and carswe only got time

We're I'm fromtime is money and got neither to waste

Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong place

Beat him downbreak the strongest handpiss in his face

Strike fearplay the rear'fore he catchin a case

Low-classgot a dozen free visitors pass

Plus the female c-order wanna give me some ass



Chorus [sadat x] 2x

This is your new home bosswhere you survive at all costs

And if you don'twell it's only your loss

You're only here cuz you tried to force and be the bossha

Handle your time like a man yo



[convict 1/xzibit]

So it's my twenty-third birthdaydrinkin brew-no

You know no matter what it takewe gotta celebrate

Fuck stayin straighthair braided by this muslim cat

Regulate the whole yardnow we got the straps

Niggas say "who the fuck is that? "

The x-manrowdygettin treated like the feds in the county

Correctional facilitiesbasically you don't wanna fuck wit these

Murders and felonies keep you company ("yeah!")



[convict 3/kid creole]

And yes y'allcome on in ("yeah")

All you brand new heffersissysoft booty-ass shook niggas ("yeah")

Yeah bitchwelcom to central booking ("yeah")

A sleep-over for pimpsprivate hustlers ("yeah")drug slingersand gun

Clappers

Even bitch-assshook-ass niggas ("yeah") like y'all

Get 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 goodas I telephone my hood

At first I was shooktried to play by the book

But you can't bid your time by stayin in the cell

I'm gettin high everyday like I was still on the corner

Where I'm in fat pink capsnew york to california

Makin deals for millsholdin cigarette lottos

Givin cats pillsand tell em "yo try those!"

Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight

We as shady as the night and bring fright to sight

Hey you be aightbut don't act like a sucka

Ain't you ain't got to be the wildest mothafucker

Use controlput a cat in whole if he's broke

And let em knowI just wanna serve my time and go

And flowlay lowtry to grab some dough

Aiyyo I ain't tryin to jailsomebody post my bail



Chorus



[convict 2/sadat x] (convict 3/kid creole)

Yo man shhhI need some new kicks man

(oh what? oh shut the fuck up!)

Somebody got some at least some money man (nigga what!)

Or something manI ain't get no letters man

(you gone be my bitch tonightwhat)

Niggas forgettin about me man

(I'll poke y'alldon't come on the island)

Namsayinsupposed to be my crew

(don't be on the island when I get there)

Can't even make collect phone calls

(mothafuckerwhat ah um!)

Tryin to jam my collect calls now

(you will be mines tonight mothafucker!)

Nobody ain't homenobody wanna write me	(mine you hear me!)

I ain't got nuttin to readyaknamsayin

(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 here

This ain't no fun                      
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