Carry The Weight Lyrics - At The Speed Of Life - Xzibit

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] 

I really wish I could you know at twenty-one 

youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo 

[I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things 

I do, youknowhatI'm sayin'] 

Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin' 

Go ahead 

Yeah! I break it down like this 

Verse One: 

You see I don't like to remenisce about the past 

The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth 

Each and every wrong move the police keep count 

make it real fuckin' 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 

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, I 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 

Gettin' 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 don'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 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 

Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight 

Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro] 

[Yeah it's fucked up though man] 

[YouknowhatI'msayin'] 

Yo 

[The fuck you doin' in jail] 

Insane man, I don't know man, he he he 

[Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude] 

Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man 

YouknowI'msayin' 

[It's popin' man] 

It's cool yo fuck that 

[It's popin' out here] 

They can go on and on for that 

[I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home] 

Verse Two: 

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home 

but 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 

with no hesitation lock load then blast you 

Without a hastle we in a town of hicks 

fuckin' all these chicks 

Sellin' rock by the bricks 

so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown 

At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down 

Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)" 

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 

gettin' 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 

catchin' scars that will not heal 

niggas don't know the half about keepin' 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 

It's Xzibit 

Gotta carry the weight 

Like that yo! 

Like that yo!