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!