The Gambler

[Intro: Xzibit & Anthony Hamilton]
(Yeeaahh...) Yeah! (Yeeaheaah...) C'mon!
Welcome, yeah! Huh
There's plenty of room for everybody man!
Yeah, Bink!, c'mon
Yeah, look, huh

[Verse 1: Xzibit, Anthony Hamilton & Both]
Stay in my lane like a hustla
Never hate a motherfucker, tolerate a motherfucker
To a certain extent
When it's on, it's over
Don't get no chance to get popping
Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin
Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks (Ohh-ahh)
Sure as God made man, the first man was Black
The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap
That's all I know, cuz poppa didn't raise no rats
Face the facts not the fiction (Baby back)
I build my empire from a pocket full of stones
And a fifth of ambition (Yeah!)
Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen
So instead of coming up, they just, come up missin'
My mission is to hit with precision (Yeah) Shake whole continents (Yeah)
Crush niggas' confidence (Yeah) expose my dominance
Without no conflict, you'll never have progress
Sendin' this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah) Two shot gambler (Come on)
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These mad street (Whuttup) Got me puffin on dro'
I'm guilty (What) Tryna make a living (Workin')
Thirty-eight albums (Yeah) and still no dollars (Come on)
And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? (Yeah)
These mad streets (Uh) Got me puffin on dro' (Uh)
I'm guilty, for tryna make a living

[Verse 2: Xzibit, Anthony Hamilton & Both]
Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you (Nah)
I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
I'm fightin' dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers
I'm throwing cheapshots, low-blows and suckerpunches
I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood
Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose (Fumble and lose...)
Xzibit move when I hear opportunity knockin'
But I'mma shoot straight through the door if you comin' with problems
It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
Ain't no inbetween, trust me, like it or not (Ooohhhhhh...)
We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches
Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga

[Bridge: Anthony Hamilton]
I'mma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes
I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes, cuz
Pimpin' ain't easy y'all, it's too sleazy
Too greasy, and I can't take it easy!
Yeaah-yeeah...

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton]
One shot gambler, two shot gambler
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These mad streets, got me puffin' on dro'
I'm guilty, tryna make a livin'
Thirty-eight albums and still no dollars
And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'
These mad streets got me puffin' on dro'
I'm guilty for tryna make a livin'

[Verse 3: Xzibit & (Anthony Hamilton)]
Everytime I try to get out
I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win
(Wiiiiiiinnnnn...)
Nigga got the whole world on his back
Over react, matter of fact react like when animals attack (Animaaalll...)
I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap
Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin' with that? (With that?)
Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke
Motorola nigga up the old fashion way
This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say
Though but lately I been having dilemmas, with insignificant niggas
And half-ass rappers that think they can get it (Ohh)
We the Golden State (Ohh) We keep the whole thing bouncin'
Y'all move units (Heeeeyyy...) We move mountains
Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on T.V
We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'mma

[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & (Xzibit)]
One shot gambler (Yeah!) Two shot gambler (Yeah!)
Three-time felon with that itch for dough
These mad streets (What?) Got me puffin' on dro
I'm guilty (For what?) Tryna make a livin' (Workin'!)
Thirty-eight albums (Yeah) and still no dollars (C'mon)
And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo?
These mad streets (What?) got me puffin' on dro
I'm guilty (For what?) for tryna make a livin' (Say it!) Yeah...

[Outro: Xzibit & (Anthony Hamilton)]
Yeah, you know how it is, you know how it go
Hell yeah (Tryna make a livin')
Out here tryna just eat, live, huh, survive
What? (Tryna make a livin', yeah...) Yeah! Bounce, what
Through the struggle, keep it movin' (Tryna make a livin')
Yeah, Big Dog! Yeah! Huh! Huh...
Yeah