
The Gambler Xzibit (Ft. Anthony Hamilton)
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[Intro: Xzibit & Anthony Hamilton]
(Yeeaahh...) Yeah! (Yeeaheaah...) C'mon!
Welcome, yeah! Huh
There's plenty of room for everybody man!
Yeah, Bink!, c'mon
Yeah, look, huh
[Verse 1: Xzibit, Anthony Hamilton & Both]
Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker, tolerate a motherfucker
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 (Ohh-ahh)
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 (Baby back)
I build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition (Yeah!)
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 (Yeah), shake whole continents (Yeah)
Crush niggas' confidence (Yeah) expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you'll never have progress
Sendin' this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a
(Yeeaahh...) Yeah! (Yeeaheaah...) C'mon!
Welcome, yeah! Huh
There's plenty of room for everybody man!
Yeah, Bink!, c'mon
Yeah, look, huh
[Verse 1: Xzibit, Anthony Hamilton & Both]
Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker, tolerate a motherfucker
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 (Ohh-ahh)
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 (Baby back)
I build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition (Yeah!)
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 (Yeah), shake whole continents (Yeah)
Crush niggas' confidence (Yeah) expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you'll never have progress
Sendin' this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a
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