Inside Job

(Intro: Xzibit)<br>Mr. X to the Z (who am I?)<br>M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?)<br>X to the to-the-to-the Z<br>M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo)<br>M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z <br><br>(Xzibit)<br>So it`s one fifteen in the mornin I`m comin up, a hard day, serve<br>We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll<br>Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo<br>We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up<br>get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain`t tryin to get stuck<br>So what the fuck is the hold up?<br>("Nigga sit your ass in the chair and I`ll be right there")<br>Reminds me I gotta shake the spot<br>I got bitches in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*)<br>Yo, who is that man? <br>("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he`ll be right back")<br>That`s when I shoulda got the heater<br>But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at Tequila<br>Started countin out twelve when it hit me<br>If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note`s rang<br>Before I could yell out to lock the front<br>Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck<br>Bad enough I`m caught up in it, jacked, but worst than that<br>I`m caught in the kitchen without the strap<br>("Where the muh-fuckin sack homeboy?")<br>Yeah, woulda killed Terminators only D between us is <br>a stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest<br>Took the money off the table and said ("Yo, where`s the rest of it nigga?")<br>You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman<br>20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands<br>Snatched the whole shit and broke out<br>I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch<br>Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin<br>Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin<br>I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action<br>Police hit the corner with they reds and white`s flashin<br>These niggas rolled off with at least a cool fifty<br>Ya, I`m in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit me<br>Shipped me off downtown for the bookin<br>Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn`t lookin<br>Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors <br>One at the door, another one askin questions<br>Stupid shit like: - "Who was I shootin at?"<br>Was it game related and where do they kick it at?<br>But I didn`t say shit I can tell from all the people <br>Involved it was an inside job<br>But I`m the wrong nigga to rob, I`ll hunt you down<br>Fuck the money, I`ll take you off and accept the loss<br>Set bail at fifteen g`s, no sweat<br>Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet<br>Homies come to set bail see, but that`s all right<br>Since I`m already here I`ma spend the night<br><br>(Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation)<br>("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") (*Car horns*)<br>("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and shit?") ("Man")<br>("Ahhhh") ("Do I look like I wanna kill?") ("Ay man, fuck that")<br>("Ay, look…") ("I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, fuck it")<br>("Aight, ay, let me get the top bunk")<br>("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man")<br><br>All right, you`re charged with Public Intoxication <br>(All right, listen there`s a thousand people down there who are drunk)<br>Okay, I understand that