Carry the Weight

[Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]] I really wish I could act the way you want, you know what I'm saying? [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do, you know what I'm sayin'] Gotta carry the weight you know what I'm sayin' Go ahead, check that shit out [Verse 1] You see I don't like to reminisce about the past Lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep count Make it real fuckin' easy to get stretched out I was at the funeral when it all began You know the painful transition from a boy to man Lost sight of my mother at the age of nine Didn't understand death, nearly lost my mind But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it Age ten, new step family arrangement At thirteen, started gettin' hair on my dick And noticed me and my sister were gettin' 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 Didn't jump when he said then that ass got 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 all black Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate Into juvenile detention where I built up hate I don't remember the date of the judicial 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 what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'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 what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make I gotta find some way, Xzibit carry the weight [Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]] [Damn, it's fucked up though man] [You know what I'm sayin'] Yo [The fuck you doin' in jail] Insane man, I don't know man, he he he [Yeah what's goin' on down there, gotta get out dude] Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man YouknowI'msayin' [It's poppin' man] It's cool yo fuck that [It's poppin' out here] They can go on and on for that [I'm tellin' you it's poppin' man come home] Alright, in a minute [Verse 2] And now was was worse than the treatment I was gettin' at home Only now I was fucked up plus all alone My father talkin' 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 No hesitation, lock load then blast you without a hassle We in a town of hicks, fuckin' all these chicks Sellin' rock by the bricks So we sellin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown At the house when the motherfucking man touched down Screaming demands: "Let me see your goddamn hands! (Now!)" ATF cause a handguns's a contraband Never kept it in the house so of course we clowned Only found one pistol took us all down town We be out by the end of the afternoon Getting 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 Catching scars that will not heal Niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real [Chorus] And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'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 what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make I gotta find some way, Xzibit carry the weight And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Gotta find some way to release this hate [Outro] Like this Like this, like that Yeah! gotta carry the weight Like this euh! Bringin' live Yeah! yeah! like this It's Xzibit Gotta carry the weight Like that yo! Like that yo!