Intro: xzibit, [j-ro]
I really wish i could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatiand'msayinand',he he, yo yo
[iand'ma tell you exactly why i do the things
i do, youknowhatiand'm sayinand']
gotta carry the weight youknowhatiand'msayinand'
go ahead
yeah! i break it down like this
Verse one:
You see i donand't like to remenisce about the past
the lower class, no clout livinand' hand to mouth
each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckinand' easy to get streched out
i was at the funeral when it all began
you know the painful transition from a boy to men
i lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didnand't understand death nearly lost my mind
but see life moves on and broke niggas canand't change it
age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, i started gettinand' hair on my dick
and noticed me and my sister were gettinand' treated like shit
i would forever be hit with anything in reach
then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
gettinand' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
ran away from the house of teresa and nate
into juvenile detention where i built up hate
i donand't remember the date of the judical debate
but legally i was now in custody of the state
Chorus:
And niggas wonder why i sit up in the club and drink
say whatand's up to xzibit and i still donand't speak
iand'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
gotta find some way to release this hate
And niggas wonder why i sit up in the club and drink
say whatand's up to xzibit and i still donand't speak
iand'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
gotta find some way xzibit carry the weight
Interlude: xzibit, [j-ro]
[yeah itand's fucked up though man]
[youknowhatiand'msayinand']
yo
[the fuck you doinand' in jail]
insane man, i donand't know man, he he he
[yeah wats goinand' on down there, gotta get out dude]
yeah i be out in couple of weeks man
youknowiand'msayinand'
[itand's popinand' man]
itand's cool yo fuck that
[itand's popinand' out here]
they can go on and on for that
[iand'm tellinand' you itand's popinand' man come home]
Verse two:
And that was worse then the treatment i was gettinand' at home
but only now i was fucked up plus all alone
my father talkinand' all crazy to me over the phone
turned age sixteen now on my own
started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckinand' all these chicks
sellinand' rock by the bricks
so we feelinand' like we mothafuckinand' nino brown
at the house when the mothafuckinand' man touched down
screaminand' demands andquot;let me see your goddamn hands (now)andquot;
a.t.f. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
so of course we clounded
only found one pistol took us all down town
we be out by the end of the afternoon
gettinand' drunk on the strip let the system boom!
who would assume mr. qk would chill with a wife
ty and matt caught bodies
now they spend there life behind bars
catchinand' scars that will not heal
niggas donand't know the half about keepinand' it real
Chorus 1 1/2
Outro:
Like this
like this, like that
yeah! gotta carry the weight
like this euh!
bringin live
yeah! yeah! like this
itand's xzibit
gotta carry the weight
like that yo!
like that yo!
