Handle Your Time lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Handle Your Time



 Send "Handle Your Time" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [convict 2/sadat x]
Oh my goodness! look what they sendin through
nowadays
Ah, it’s a light-weight
And he got a smirk on his face like it’s all of
that
Yeah, well we gone see what it is

[convict 1/xzibit]
What you in for, everything under the sun
Recently, got me first degree wit a hot gun
That’s my third strike, so xzibit can’t go
home
Fight to see daylight like sylvester stallone
Don’t ask too many questions nigga, keep that
on the d-low
My family might mistake you for an undercover
c-o
Last one that tried didn’t make it past bookin
Five times in the neck when everybody was lookin

[convict 2/sadat x]
You see the judge, but he don’t budge
That’s you’re third felony, I believe strike
three
Remanded and stranded, to the cold steel granite
Lost to the world, your moms and your girl
Keep your weight up, or your as* get ate up
Cats is stickin, straight up
Wit the shank, get more time in the tank
Ask hank, he bout to bank, killed a cop wit high
rank
They gave him life and now another cat is f**kin
his wife

[convict 1/xzibit]
Just because I’m locked down don’t mean the
hustlin stop
Her-oine and beer joints twenty dollars a pop
You a new recruit, so today I’m lettin you
slide
But tomorrow you’ll be confronted wit the
two’s in the side
If you a smart mothaf**ker, you’ll be fallin
wit mine
Behind bars, no bit*hes and cars, we only got
time
We’re I’m from, time is money and got neither
to waste
Once in a while catch a cannanite in the wrong
place
Beat him down, break the strongest hand, piss in
his face
Strike fear, play the rear, ’fore he catchin a
case
Low-class, got a dozen free visitors pass
Plus the female c-order wanna give me some ass

Chorus [sadat x] 2x
This is your new home boss, where you survive at
all costs
And if you don’t, well it’s only your loss
You’re only here cuz you tried to force and be
the boss, ha
Handle your time like a man yo

[convict 1/xzibit]
So it’s my twenty-third birthday, drinkin
brew-no
You know no matter what it take, we gotta
celebrate
f**k stayin straight, hair braided by this muslim
cat
Regulate the whole yard, now we got the straps
Niggas say "who the f**k is that? "
The x-man, rowdy, gettin treated like the feds in
the county
Correctional facilities, basically you don’t
wanna f**k wit these
Murders and felonies keep you company
("yeah!")

[convict 3/kid creole]
And yes y’all, come on in ("yeah")
All you brand new heffer, sissy, soft booty-ass
shook niggas ("yeah")
Yeah bit*h, welcom to central booking
("yeah")
A sleep-over for pimps, private hustlers
("yeah"), drug slingers, and gun
Clappers
Even bit*h-ass, shook-ass niggas
("yeah") like y’all
Get on your ? ("yeah"), get out the
blood on your ? married character? 
Kitten-ass faces ("yeah"), niggas about
to beat you all down to the last stop
*echoes*

[convict 2/sadat x]
I’m all good, as I telephone my hood
At first I was shook, tried to play by the book
But you can’t bid your time by stayin in the
cell
I’m gettin high everyday like I was still on
the corner
Where I’m in fat pink caps, new york to
california
Makin deals for mills, holdin cigarette lottos
Givin cats pills, and tell em "yo try
those!"
Niggas try to scheme but my team is tight
We as shady as the night and bring fright to
sight
Hey you be aight, but don’t act like a sucka
Ain’t you ain’t got to be the wildest
mothaf**ker
Use control, put a cat in whole if he’s broke
And let em know, I just wanna serve my time and
go
And flow, lay low, try to grab some dough
Aiyyo I ain’t tryin to jail, somebody post my
bail

Chorus

[convict 2/sadat x] (convict 3/kid creole)
Yo man shhh, I need some new kicks man
(oh what? oh shut the f**k up!)
Somebody got some at least some money man (nigga
what!)
Or something man, I ain’t get no letters man
(you gone be my bit*h tonight, what)
Niggas forgettin about me man
(I’ll poke y’all, don’t come on the
island)
Namsayin, supposed to be my crew
(don’t be on the island when I get there)
Can’t even make collect phone calls
(mothaf**ker, what ah um!)
Tryin to jam my collect calls now
(you will be mines tonight mothaf**ker!)
Nobody ain’t home, nobody wanna write me	(mine
you hear me!)
I ain’t got nuttin to read, yaknamsayin
(you’ll be mine tonight mothaf**ker!)
Ain’t nobody put no money on my book
(don’t fall asleep tonight bit*h!)
It’s like I’m starvin in here
This ain’t no fun