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Symphony X Major Lyrics by Xzibit


Symphony X Major by Xzibit


Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world

My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script

If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick

How she actin off of the fifth? Ridiculous sh*t

We don't need conversation, just crowd participation

If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations

Seperate myself from y'all, segregation

Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation

Pure elevation, got me some inspiration

Two b**ches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation

Got a live occupation, live for the moment

I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin my opponents

I got eyes in the back of my head

I never sleep so they bloodshot red

Yo we so far ahead of our time

If we can stop life and press rewind

You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up

[Chorus - female and male singers]

[F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it up

[F] This is it! [M] This is it

[F] We the sh*t [M] We the shiiiiiiiiiit [F] Get with it!

[F] Give a f**k [M] Give a f**k

[F] Who you wit [M] Who you wit

[F] Turn it up! [M] Turn it uppppppppppp [F] Get with it!

[Dr. Dre]

Truthfully speakin, it's lonely up here all by myself

So I had to come down and pass around some help

From N.W.A to whatever's next

Make sure it says ANDRE YOUNG in bold letters on big checks

Your sh*t ain't sellin? f**k it, get Dr. Dre on it

You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it

One session, one song, I'm gone

The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born

to add to my universe - let me show you

who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst

Warning from the Surgeon General

Watch out for fake hits and bullsh*t that sounds identical

Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?

Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz

Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was

Same sh*t today, and still don't give a f**k!


[Chorus 2]

[M] Stay.. in your place [X] Stay in your place nigga

[M] You can't face, what we bringin

[X] What we bring to the game, playa

[M] Bounce like this [X] Bounce [F] Bounce like this

[M] Blaze your sh*t [F] Blaze your sh*t

[M] And get high for meeeeeeee


Let me give y'all niggaz somethin to hold

This product not to be sold

Know you can't cook it over a stove

You can flip it and come back with a mitt

Don't make me reach through your limo tint

I just want my twenty percent

This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon

I think I'll stop shootin you niggaz and shoot for the moon

Motherf**kers turn respect on and off like a light switch

I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan f**kin a white b**ch

Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss

X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus

So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday

We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole f**kin spot away {*BOOM*}

Organize permission like, organized crime

Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes

Organized vocab be organizing my rhymes

Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up