Multiply Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

I've been this way and I can't stop, ah 

Hands on the ball and I won't drop, no 

Half-assed rhymes that you can't watch, no 

It ain't 'cause I want to it's 'cause I gotta 

Get it crip while the gettin' is good 

Before the game is 10 percent skill and 90 percent Hollywood 

I don't need that, I don't believe that 

Everybody gon' get hurt, if I do dirt 

I flirt with the idea of quittin' the game 

Nah! I'ma evolve continue to change 

It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on 

And keep it on, we keepin' it movin', to each his own 

So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it 

I'm just bein' real about it, X get hot nigga forget about it 

Speech don't fail me now 

Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down 

We back on line, we came to ride 

We deal, we stack, we multiply 

We stay on the grind until we die 

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough 

Above the rest, accept no less 

Go ahead, check the game, be my guest 

Somethin' brand new and heavy to get off my chest 

Win time after time 'til there ain't none left 

Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work 

I'm bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt 

Everybody and anybody who come to my party 

Like they ready to get rowdy and touch somebody 

Who's that nigga y'all came to see? X 

Often imitated, but cannot be, X 

What's next, collect respect like paychecks 

Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex 

What do you believe in? I believe in 

Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance 

Here for redemption been around forever 

Y'all cats were just too blind to listen 

We back on line, we came to ride 

We deal, we stack, we multiply 

We stay on the grind until we die 

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough 

It ain't my fault, we keep droppin' hits 

And you can't spit like this, so I'm takin' yo' bitch 

It ain't shit changed, we gon' bang like this 

And I'm drinkin' this fifth, we still don't take no shit 

I got a sixth sense, that tells me you ain't worth six cents 

I'm sick with my sixth sense 

Whattup Doc? I'm gettin' down to business 

Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district 

Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it 

Abuse it, let's booze it, please don't confuse it with the 

Next man, it's the X-Man rollin' 

Stand firm, solid as the ground I'm holdin' 

Make mine golden, permanent state issue 

Stacked with the wealth that you can't take witchu 

Long range missile, if we got issues 

I'ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon' miss you 

I'ma keep swingin' 'til the medics come get you 

We busy, stay off my line, you can't get through 

Peep the design from the mastermind 

Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time! 

We back on line, we came to ride 

We deal, we stack, we multiply 

We stay on the grind until we die 

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough 

We back on line, we came to ride 

We deal, we stack, we multiply 

We stay on the grind until we die 

And back for mo', 'cause we can't get enough