[Intro: Xzibit, J-Ro]
    I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
  youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
  (I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things
  I do, youknowhatI'm sayin')
  Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI'msayin'
  Go ahead
  Yeah! I break it down like this
    [Verse One:]
    You see I don't like to remenisce about the past
  The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
  Each and every wrong move the police keep count
  make it real fuckin' easy to get streched out
  I was at the funeral when it all began
  You know the painful transition from a boy to men
  I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
  didn't understand death nearly lost my mind
  But see life moves on and broke niggas can't change it
  Age ten, new step family arrangement
  at thirteen, I started gettin' hair on my dick
  And noticed me and my sister were gettin' treated like shit
  I would forever be hit with anything in reach
  Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
  about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
  Gettin' jump when he said and the head gat cracked
  physical contact was in form of a slap
  at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
  courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
  Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
  Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
  Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
  I don't remember the date of the judical debate
  but legally I was now in custody of the state
    [Chorus:]
    And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
  Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
  I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
  Gotta find some way to release this hate
    And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
  Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak
  I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make
  Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight
    [Interlude: Xzibit, (J-Ro)]
    (Yeah it's fucked up though man)
  (YouknowhatI'msayin')
  Yo
  (The fuck you doin' in jail)
  Insane man, I don't know man, he he he
  (Yeah wats goin' on down there, gotta get out dude)
  Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
  YouknowI'msayin'
  (It's popin' man)
  It's cool yo fuck that
  (It's popin' out here)
  They can go on and on for that
  (I'm tellin' you it's popin' man come home)
    [Verse Two:]
    And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home
  but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
  My father talkin' all crazy to me over the phone
  Turned age sixteen now on my own
  Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
  with no hesitation lock load then blast you
  Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
  fuckin' all these chicks
  Sellin' rock by the bricks
  so we feelin' like we mothafuckin' Nino Brown
  At the house when the mothafuckin' man touched down
  Screamin' demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
  A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
  we never kept it in the house
  So of course we clounded
  Only found one pistol took us all down town
  We be out by the end of the afternoon
  gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
  Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
  Ty and Matt caught bodies
  Now they spend there life behind bars
  catchin' scars that will not heal
  niggas don't know the half about keepin' it real
    [Chorus 1 1/2]
    [outro:]
    Like this
  Like this, like that
  Yeah! gotta carry the weight
  Like this euh!
  Bringin live
  Yeah! yeah! like this
  It's Xzibit
  Gotta carry the weight
  Like that yo!
  Like that yo!