[{"id":803875,"name":"Carry The Weight","trackName":"Carry The Weight","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"At The Speed Of Life","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\nI really wish I could you know at twenty-one\nYouknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n(I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\nI do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\nGotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\nGo ahead\nYeah! I break it down like this\n\nVerse One:\n\nYou see I don't like to remenisce about the past\nThe lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth\nEach and every wrong move the police keep count\nMake it real fuckin' easy to get streched out\nI was at the funeral when it all began\nYou know the painful transition from a boy to men\nI lost sight of my mother at the age of nine\nDidn't understand death nearly lost my mind\nBut see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it\nAge ten, new step family arrangement\nAt thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick\nAnd noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit\nI would forever be hit with anything in reach\nThen my father would proceed to go to church and preach\nAbout forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked\nGettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked\nPhysical contact was in form of a slap\nAt the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back\nCourtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap\nLeft the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black\nRan away from the house of Teresa and Nate\nInto juvenile detention where I built up hate\nI don't remember the date of the judical debate\nBut legally I was now in custody of the state\n\nChorus:\n\nAnd niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\nSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\nI'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\nGotta find some way to release this hate\n\nAnd niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\nSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\nI'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\nGotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight\n\nInterlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\n(Yeah it's fucked up though man)\n(YouknowhatI'msayin')\nYo\n(The fuck you doin' in jail)\nInsane man, I don't know man, he he he\n(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)\nYeah I be out in couple of weeks man\nYouknowI'msayin'\n(It's popin' man)\nIt's cool yo fuck that\n(It's popin' out here)\nThey can go on and on for that\n(I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)\n\nVerse Two:\n\nAnd that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home\nBut only now I was fucked up plus all alone\nMy father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone\nTurned age sixteen now on my own\nStarted running with cats who carried gats cause they had too\nWith no hesitation lock load then blast you\nWithout a hastle we in a town of hicks\nFuckin' all these chicks\nSellin' rock by the bricks\nSo we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown\nAt the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down\nScreamin' demands \"Let me see your goddamn hands (now)\"\nA.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban\nWe never kept it in the house\nSo of course we clounded\nOnly found one pistol took us all down town\nWe be out by the end of the afternoon\nGettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!\nWho would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife\nTy and Matt caught bodies\nNow they spend there life behind bars\nCatchin' scars that will not heal\nNiggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n\nChorus 1 1/2\n\nOutro:\n\nLike this\nLike this, like that\nYeah! gotta carry the weight\nLike this euh!\nBringin live\nYeah! yeah! like this\nIt's Xzibit\nGotta carry the weight\nLike that yo!\nLike that yo!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.55] Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n[00:01.38] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one\n[00:04.12] YouknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n[00:06.02] (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\n[00:14.33] I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\n[00:15.98] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\n[00:17.73] Go ahead\n[00:18.20] Yeah! I break it down like this\n[00:20.12] Verse One:\n[00:20.63] You see I don't like to remenisce about the past\n[00:23.78] The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth\n[00:26.17] Each and every wrong move the police keep count\n[00:29.05] Make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out\n[00:31.89] I was at the funeral when it all began\n[00:34.23] You know the painful transition from a boy to men\n[00:36.87] I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine\n[00:40.27] Didn't understand death nearly lost my mind\n[00:41.85] But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it\n[00:44.93] Age ten, new step family arrangement\n[00:47.55] At thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick\n[00:49.84] And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit\n[00:52.50] I would forever be hit with anything in reach\n[00:55.66] Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach\n[00:57.77] About forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked\n[01:00.61] Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked\n[01:03.78] Physical contact was in form of a slap\n[01:06.05] At the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back\n[01:08.71] Courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap\n[01:10.73] Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black\n[01:13.41] Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate\n[01:16.07] Into juvenile detention where I built up hate\n[01:19.19] I don't remember the date of the judical debate\n[01:22.09] But legally I was now in custody of the state\n[01:24.69] Chorus:\n[01:25.12] And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n[01:27.23] Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n[01:30.18] I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n[01:32.45] Gotta find some way to release this hate\n[01:35.04] And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n[01:37.70] Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n[01:40.39] I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n[01:43.12] Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight\n[01:45.78] Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n[01:46.85] (Yeah it's fucked up though man)\n[01:47.82] (YouknowhatI'msayin')\n[01:49.41] Yo\n[01:50.22] (The fuck you doin' in jail)\n[01:51.29] Insane man, I don't know man, he he he\n[01:53.37] (Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)\n[01:57.85] Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man\n[01:59.14] YouknowI'msayin'\n[02:00.41] (It's popin' man)\n[02:01.25] It's cool yo fuck that\n[02:02.50] (It's popin' out here)\n[02:03.38] They can go on and on for that\n[02:04.66] (I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)\n[02:05.98] Verse Two:\n[02:06.44] And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home\n[02:09.38] But only now I was fucked up plus all alone\n[02:11.92] My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone\n[02:14.55] Turned age sixteen now on my own\n[02:16.96] Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too\n[02:20.01] With no hesitation lock load then blast you\n[02:22.65] Without a hastle we in a town of hicks\n[02:24.75] Fuckin' all these chicks\n[02:26.53] Sellin' rock by the bricks\n[02:27.68] So we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown\n[02:30.44] At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down\n[02:32.89] Screamin' demands \"Let me see your goddamn hands (now)\"\n[02:35.72] A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban\n[02:38.34] We never kept it in the house\n[02:39.89] So of course we clounded\n[02:40.65] Only found one pistol took us all down town\n[02:43.53] We be out by the end of the afternoon\n[02:45.33] Gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!\n[02:48.88] Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife\n[02:51.15] Ty and Matt caught bodies\n[02:52.95] Now they spend there life behind bars\n[02:54.57] Catchin' scars that will not heal\n[02:56.62] Niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n[02:59.21] Chorus 1 1/2\n[03:32.11] Outro:\n[03:33.54] Like this\n[03:34.36] Like this, like that\n[03:35.32] Yeah! gotta carry the weight\n[03:36.62] Like this euh!\n[03:37.93] Bringin live\n[03:38.71] Yeah! yeah! like this\n[03:41.37] It's Xzibit\n[03:42.92] Gotta carry the weight\n[03:44.43] Like that yo!\n[03:45.83] Like that yo!\n[03:58.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Carry The Weight\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: At The Speed Of Life\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)'\n  start_ms: 550\n  end_ms: 1380\n- text: I really wish I could you know at twenty-one\n  start_ms: 1380\n  end_ms: 4120\n- text: YouknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n  start_ms: 4120\n  end_ms: 6020\n- text: (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\n  start_ms: 6020\n  end_ms: 14330\n- text: I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\n  start_ms: 14330\n  end_ms: 15980\n- text: Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\n  start_ms: 15980\n  end_ms: 17730\n- text: Go ahead\n  start_ms: 17730\n  end_ms: 18200\n- text: Yeah! 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225830\n- text: Like that yo!\n  start_ms: 225830\n  end_ms: 238080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 238080\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\n  I really wish I could you know at twenty-one\n  YouknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n  (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\n  I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\n  Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\n  Go ahead\n  Yeah! I break it down like this\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  You see I don't like to remenisce about the past\n  The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth\n  Each and every wrong move the police keep count\n  Make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out\n  I was at the funeral when it all began\n  You know the painful transition from a boy to men\n  I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine\n  Didn't understand death nearly lost my mind\n  But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it\n  Age ten, new step family arrangement\n  At thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick\n  And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit\n  I would forever be hit with anything in reach\n  Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach\n  About forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked\n  Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked\n  Physical contact was in form of a slap\n  At the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back\n  Courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap\n  Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black\n  Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate\n  Into juvenile detention where I built up hate\n  I don't remember the date of the judical debate\n  But legally I was now in custody of the state\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n  Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n  I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n  Gotta find some way to release this hate\n\n  And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n  Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n  I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n  Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight\n\n  Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\n  (Yeah it's fucked up though man)\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin')\n  Yo\n  (The fuck you doin' in jail)\n  Insane man, I don't know man, he he he\n  (Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)\n  Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man\n  YouknowI'msayin'\n  (It's popin' man)\n  It's cool yo fuck that\n  (It's popin' out here)\n  They can go on and on for that\n  (I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)\n\n  Verse Two:\n\n  And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home\n  But only now I was fucked up plus all alone\n  My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone\n  Turned age sixteen now on my own\n  Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too\n  With no hesitation lock load then blast you\n  Without a hastle we in a town of hicks\n  Fuckin' all these chicks\n  Sellin' rock by the bricks\n  So we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown\n  At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down\n  Screamin' demands \"Let me see your goddamn hands (now)\"\n  A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban\n  We never kept it in the house\n  So of course we clounded\n  Only found one pistol took us all down town\n  We be out by the end of the afternoon\n  Gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!\n  Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife\n  Ty and Matt caught bodies\n  Now they spend there life behind bars\n  Catchin' scars that will not heal\n  Niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n\n  Chorus 1 1/2\n\n  Outro:\n\n  Like this\n  Like this, like that\n  Yeah! gotta carry the weight\n  Like this euh!\n  Bringin live\n  Yeah! yeah! like this\n  It's Xzibit\n  Gotta carry the weight\n  Like that yo!\n  Like that yo!\n"},{"id":30560744,"name":"12 Carry The Weight","trackName":"12 Carry The Weight","artistName":"Xzibit","albumName":"At The Speed Of Life","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\nI really wish I could you know at twenty-one\nyouknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n(I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\nI do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\nGotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\nGo ahead\nYeah! I break it down like this\n\nVerse One:\n\nYou see I don't like to remenisce about the past\nThe lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth\nEach and every wrong move the police keep count\nmake it real fuckin' easy to get streched out\nI was at the funeral when it all began\nYou know the painful transition from a boy to men\nI lost sight of my mother at the age of nine\ndidn't understand death nearly lost my mind\nBut see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it\nAge ten, new step family arrangement\nat thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick\nAnd noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit\nI would forever be hit with anything in reach\nThen my father would proceed to go to church and preach\nabout forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked\nGettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked\nphysical contact was in form of a slap\nat the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back\ncourtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap\nLeft the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black\nRan away from the house of Teresa and Nate\nInto juvenile detention where I built up hate\nI don't remember the date of the judical debate\nbut legally I was now in custody of the state\n\nChorus:\n\nAnd niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\nSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\nI'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\nGotta find some way to release this hate\n\nAnd niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\nSay what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\nI'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\nGotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight\n\nInterlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\n(Yeah it's fucked up though man)\n(YouknowhatI'msayin')\nYo\n(The fuck you doin' in jail)\nInsane man, I don't know man, he he he\n(Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)\nYeah I be out in couple of weeks man\nYouknowI'msayin'\n(It's popin' man)\nIt's cool yo fuck that\n(It's popin' out here)\nThey can go on and on for that\n(I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)\n\nVerse Two:\n\nAnd that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home\nbut only now I was fucked up plus all alone\nMy father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone\nTurned age sixteen now on my own\nStarted running with cats who carried gats cause they had too\nwith no hesitation lock load then blast you\nWithout a hastle we in a town of hicks\nfuckin' all these chicks\nSellin' rock by the bricks\nso we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown\nAt the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down\nScreamin' demands \"Let me see your goddamn hands (now)\"\nA.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban\nwe never kept it in the house\nSo of course we clounded\nOnly found one pistol took us all down town\nWe be out by the end of the afternoon\ngettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!\nWho would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife\nTy and Matt caught bodies\nNow they spend there life behind bars\ncatchin' scars that will not heal\nniggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n\nChorus 1 1/2\n\nOutro:\n\nLike this\nLike this, like that\nYeah! gotta carry the weight\nLike this euh!\nBringin live\nYeah! yeah! like this\nIt's Xzibit\nGotta carry the weight\nLike that yo!\nLike that yo!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.55] Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n[00:01.38] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one\n[00:04.12] youknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n[00:06.02] (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\n[00:14.33] I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\n[00:15.98] Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\n[00:17.73] Go ahead\n[00:18.20] Yeah! I break it down like this\n[00:20.12] Verse One:\n[00:20.63] You see I don't like to remenisce about the past\n[00:23.78] The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth\n[00:26.17] Each and every wrong move the police keep count\n[00:29.05] make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out\n[00:31.89] I was at the funeral when it all began\n[00:34.23] You know the painful transition from a boy to men\n[00:36.87] I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine\n[00:40.27] didn't understand death nearly lost my mind\n[00:41.85] But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it\n[00:44.93] Age ten, new step family arrangement\n[00:47.55] at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick\n[00:49.84] And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit\n[00:52.50] I would forever be hit with anything in reach\n[00:55.66] Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach\n[00:57.77] about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked\n[01:00.61] Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked\n[01:03.78] physical contact was in form of a slap\n[01:06.05] at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back\n[01:08.71] courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap\n[01:10.73] Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black\n[01:13.41] Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate\n[01:16.07] Into juvenile detention where I built up hate\n[01:19.19] I don't remember the date of the judical debate\n[01:22.09] but legally I was now in custody of the state\n[01:24.69] Chorus:\n[01:25.12] And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n[01:27.23] Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n[01:30.18] I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n[01:32.45] Gotta find some way to release this hate\n[01:35.04] And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n[01:37.70] Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n[01:40.39] I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n[01:43.12] Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight\n[01:45.78] Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n[01:46.85] (Yeah it's fucked up though man)\n[01:47.82] (YouknowhatI'msayin')\n[01:49.41] Yo\n[01:50.22] (The fuck you doin' in jail)\n[01:51.29] Insane man, I don't know man, he he he\n[01:53.37] (Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)\n[01:57.85] Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man\n[01:59.14] YouknowI'msayin'\n[02:00.41] (It's popin' man)\n[02:01.25] It's cool yo fuck that\n[02:02.50] (It's popin' out here)\n[02:03.38] They can go on and on for that\n[02:04.66] (I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)\n[02:05.98] Verse Two:\n[02:06.44] And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home\n[02:09.38] but only now I was fucked up plus all alone\n[02:11.92] My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone\n[02:14.55] Turned age sixteen now on my own\n[02:16.96] Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too\n[02:20.01] with no hesitation lock load then blast you\n[02:22.65] Without a hastle we in a town of hicks\n[02:24.75] fuckin' all these chicks\n[02:26.53] Sellin' rock by the bricks\n[02:27.68] so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown\n[02:30.44] At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down\n[02:32.89] Screamin' demands \"Let me see your goddamn hands (now)\"\n[02:35.72] A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban\n[02:38.34] we never kept it in the house\n[02:39.89] So of course we clounded\n[02:40.65] Only found one pistol took us all down town\n[02:43.53] We be out by the end of the afternoon\n[02:45.33] gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!\n[02:48.88] Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife\n[02:51.15] Ty and Matt caught bodies\n[02:52.95] Now they spend there life behind bars\n[02:54.57] catchin' scars that will not heal\n[02:56.62] niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n[02:59.21] Chorus 1 1/2\n[03:32.11] Outro:\n[03:33.54] Like this\n[03:34.36] Like this, like that\n[03:35.32] Yeah! gotta carry the weight\n[03:36.62] Like this euh!\n[03:37.93] Bringin live\n[03:38.71] Yeah! yeah! like this\n[03:41.37] It's Xzibit\n[03:42.92] Gotta carry the weight\n[03:44.43] Like that yo!\n[03:45.83] Like that yo!\n[03:58.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 12 Carry The Weight\n  artist: Xzibit\n  album: At The Speed Of Life\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)'\n  start_ms: 550\n  end_ms: 1380\n- text: I really wish I could you know at twenty-one\n  start_ms: 1380\n  end_ms: 4120\n- text: youknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n  start_ms: 4120\n  end_ms: 6020\n- text: (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\n  start_ms: 6020\n  end_ms: 14330\n- text: I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\n  start_ms: 14330\n  end_ms: 15980\n- text: Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\n  start_ms: 15980\n  end_ms: 17730\n- text: Go ahead\n  start_ms: 17730\n  end_ms: 18200\n- text: Yeah! 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bodies\n  start_ms: 171150\n  end_ms: 172950\n- text: Now they spend there life behind bars\n  start_ms: 172950\n  end_ms: 174570\n- text: catchin' scars that will not heal\n  start_ms: 174570\n  end_ms: 176620\n- text: niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n  start_ms: 176620\n  end_ms: 179210\n- text: Chorus 1 1/2\n  start_ms: 179210\n  end_ms: 212110\n- text: 'Outro:'\n  start_ms: 212110\n  end_ms: 213540\n- text: Like this\n  start_ms: 213540\n  end_ms: 214360\n- text: Like this, like that\n  start_ms: 214360\n  end_ms: 215320\n- text: Yeah! gotta carry the weight\n  start_ms: 215320\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: Like this euh!\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 217930\n- text: Bringin live\n  start_ms: 217930\n  end_ms: 218710\n- text: Yeah! yeah! like this\n  start_ms: 218710\n  end_ms: 221370\n- text: It's Xzibit\n  start_ms: 221370\n  end_ms: 222920\n- text: Gotta carry the weight\n  start_ms: 222920\n  end_ms: 224430\n- text: Like that yo!\n  start_ms: 224430\n  end_ms: 225830\n- text: Like that yo!\n  start_ms: 225830\n  end_ms: 238080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 238080\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\n  I really wish I could you know at twenty-one\n  youknowhatI'msayin', he he, yo yo\n  (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things\n  I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')\n  Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'\n  Go ahead\n  Yeah! I break it down like this\n\n  Verse One:\n\n  You see I don't like to remenisce about the past\n  The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth\n  Each and every wrong move the police keep count\n  make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out\n  I was at the funeral when it all began\n  You know the painful transition from a boy to men\n  I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine\n  didn't understand death nearly lost my mind\n  But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it\n  Age ten, new step family arrangement\n  at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick\n  And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit\n  I would forever be hit with anything in reach\n  Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach\n  about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked\n  Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked\n  physical contact was in form of a slap\n  at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back\n  courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap\n  Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black\n  Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate\n  Into juvenile detention where I built up hate\n  I don't remember the date of the judical debate\n  but legally I was now in custody of the state\n\n  Chorus:\n\n  And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n  Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n  I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n  Gotta find some way to release this hate\n\n  And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink\n  Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak\n  I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make\n  Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight\n\n  Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)\n\n  (Yeah it's fucked up though man)\n  (YouknowhatI'msayin')\n  Yo\n  (The fuck you doin' in jail)\n  Insane man, I don't know man, he he he\n  (Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)\n  Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man\n  YouknowI'msayin'\n  (It's popin' man)\n  It's cool yo fuck that\n  (It's popin' out here)\n  They can go on and on for that\n  (I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)\n\n  Verse Two:\n\n  And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home\n  but only now I was fucked up plus all alone\n  My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone\n  Turned age sixteen now on my own\n  Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too\n  with no hesitation lock load then blast you\n  Without a hastle we in a town of hicks\n  fuckin' all these chicks\n  Sellin' rock by the bricks\n  so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown\n  At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down\n  Screamin' demands \"Let me see your goddamn hands (now)\"\n  A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban\n  we never kept it in the house\n  So of course we clounded\n  Only found one pistol took us all down town\n  We be out by the end of the afternoon\n  gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!\n  Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife\n  Ty and Matt caught bodies\n  Now they spend there life behind bars\n  catchin' scars that will not heal\n  niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real\n\n  Chorus 1 1/2\n\n  Outro:\n\n  Like this\n  Like this, like that\n  Yeah! gotta carry the weight\n  Like this euh!\n  Bringin live\n  Yeah! yeah! like this\n  It's Xzibit\n  Gotta carry the weight\n  Like that yo!\n  Like that yo!\n"}]