The Gambler Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Yeah c'mon welcome yeah huh 

There's plenty of room for everybody man 

Yeah bangin' come on yeah look 

Huh, 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 

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 

I build my empire from a pocket full of stones and a fifth of ambition 

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, shake whole continents 

Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance 

Without no conflict, you'll never have progress 

I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a 

One shot gambler two shot gambler 

Three time felon with that itch for dough 

These madd street got me puffin' on dro' 

I'm guilty tryna make a living 

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars 

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? 

These madd street got me puffin' on dro' 

I'm guilty for tryna make a living 

Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you 

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 cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches 

I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood 

Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose 

Xzibit move when I hear opportunity knockin' 

But I'm a 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 in between, trust me, like it or not 

We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches 

Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga 

I'm a 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 

One shot gambler two shot gambler 

Three time felon with that itch for dough 

These madd street got me puffin' on dro' 

I'm guilty tryna make a living 

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars 

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? 

These madd street got me puffin' on dro' 

I'm guilty for tryna make a living 

Every time I try to get out 

I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win 

Nigga got the whole world on his back 

Overreact, matter fact we act like when animals attack 

I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap 

Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin' 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 lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas 

And half' ass rappers that think they can get it 

We the golden state, we keep the whole thing bouncing 

Y'all move units, we move mountains 

Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on TV 

We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'm a 

One shot gambler two shot gambler 

Three time felon with that itch for dough 

These madd street got me puffin' on dro' 

I'm guilty tryna make a living 

Thirty eight albums and still no dollars 

And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'? 

These madd street got me puffin' on dro' 

I'm guilty for tryna make a living