The Gambler

[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

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & (Xzibit)]

One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on)

Three-time felon with that itch for dough

These mad street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro'

I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Workin')

Thirty-eight albums (Yeah) and still no dollars (Come on)

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah)

These mad streets (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh)

I'm guilty, for tryna make a living

[Verse 2: Xzibit, Anthony Hamilton & Both]

Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (Nah)

I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you

I'm fightin' dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers

I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches

I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood

Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose (Fumble and lose...)

Xzibit move when I hear opportunity knockin'

But I'mma shoot straight through the door if you comin' with problems

It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top

Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not (Ooohhhhhh...)

We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches

Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga

[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]

I'mma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes

I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz

Pimpin' ain't easy y'all, it's too sleazy

Too greasy, and I can't take it easy!

Yeaah-yeeah...

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]

One shot gambler, two shot gambler

Three-time felon with that itch for dough

These mad streets, got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty, tryna make a livin'

Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'

These mad streets got me puffin' on dro'

I'm guilty for tryna make a livin'

[Verse 3: Xzibit & (Anthony Hamilton)]

Everytime I try to get out

I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win

(Wiiiiiiinnnnn...)

Nigga got the whole world on his back

Over react, matter of fact react like when animals attack (Animaaalll...)

I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap

Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin' with that? (With that?)

Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain

Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke

Motorola nigga up the old fashion way

This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say

Though but lately I been having dilemmas, with insignificant niggas

And half-ass rappers that think they can get it (Ohh)

We the Golden State (Ohh), we keep the whole thing bouncin'

Y'all move units (Heeeeyyy...), we move mountains

Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V

We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'mma

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & (Xzibit)]

One shot gambler (Yeah!) Two shot gambler (Yeah!)

Three-time felon with that itch for dough

These mad streets (What?) Got me puffin' on dro

I'm guilty (For what?) Tryna make a livin' (Workin'!)

Thirty-eight albums (Yeah) and still no dollars (C'mon)

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo?

These mad streets (What?) got me puffin' on dro

I'm guilty (For what?) for tryna make a livin' (Say it!) Yeah...

[Outro: Xzibit & (Anthony Hamilton)]

Yeah, you know how it is, you know how it go

Hell yeah (Tryna make a livin')

Out here tryna just eat, live, huh, survive

What? (Tryna make a livin', yeah...) Yeah! Bounce, what

Through the struggle, keep it movin' (Tryna make a livin')

Yeah, Big Dog! Yeah! Huh! Huh...

Yeah