Carry The Weight

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