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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] up though man]
[youknowhati'msayin']
Yo
[the [bad word] 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 [bad word] that
[it's popin' out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I'm tellin' you it's popin' [bad word] home]

Verse two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
But only now I was [bad word] up plus all alone
My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own [bad word] 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 [bad word]  all these chicks
Sellin' rock by the bricks
So we feelin' like we [bad word]  nino brown
At the house when the [bad word]  man touched down
Screamin' demands let me see your [bad word] 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' [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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!