U Better Believe
Xzibit & King T Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..
The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
Quickly embarrass ya as easy as fuck!
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass
[Chorus: Xzibit]
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way I used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
In my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
[Chorus]
[King Tee]
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
While I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
[Chorus 2X]
The lyrics to Xzibit & King T's song "You Better Believe It" is a collaboration of two gangsta rap legends. The first verse performed by Xzibit talks about his dominance and prowess in the game. He refers to himself as the most wanted man in America, who can 'Soul Assassinate' your character, and quickly embarrass you with ease. He goes on to describe his power and influence in the streets, making references to 'China-white' (a powerful cocaine mixture) and bombing cities. Xzibit then outlines the consequences of trying to cross him, warning his enemies that he won't hesitate to use his weapon or even strip them naked in public.
The second verse delivered by King T adopts a similar storyline to Xzibit's lyrics. He talks about his wealth and power, and how he sits on a 'plateau' with guns and cash flow. King T also refers to himself as 'Sadaam and Castro,' comparing himself to two powerful dictators. He goes on to describe his paranoia and the need to protect himself at all times from potential threats. King T then laments about his troubled personal life, riddled with baby mama drama and snitches. He issues a warning to anyone who dares cross him, that they will pay the price.
Overall, the lyrics of "You Better Believe It" portray a powerful message of dominance, power, and influence. The song reflects the violent reality of life on the streets, where the only thing that matters is survival of the fittest.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, yeah!
Expressing excitement and enthusiasm to kick off the song.
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
We maintain a lively and upbeat rhythm throughout the song.
Listen, listen, look..
Pay attention, focus and observe closely, as we deliver our message.
The most wanted man in America, I +Soul Assassinate+ your character
I destroy your reputation and credibility in a quick and ruthless manner, making you a target for criticism and scorn.
Quickly embarrass ya as easy as fuck!
I humiliate you with ease and without hesitation, showing my superior skills and confidence.
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
Testing me or irritating me can be dangerous, like playing a game of chance where the stakes are high.
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
The cocaine I sell is of the highest quality and strength, without any mixing or dilution.
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
I'm causing chaos and destruction, just like the bombing of Kuwait by the US army in 1991.
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
You can attack me if you want, but be prepared to face the consequences of your actions.
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you strip
I'm going to use my powerful handgun to make you take off your clothes, as a form of humiliation and disrespect.
Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
I will parade you in front of everyone, showing my toughness and lack of remorse.
Make it complete, I yell dance, shoot at your feet (Dance nigga!)
I force you to dance while I aim my gun at your feet, creating a sense of fear and intimidation.
Niggaz be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep
I discover your vulnerability and weakness, as you reveal your secrets and fears while unconscious.
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
As a coward and a lowlife, you try to take advantage of me by coming back for more money.
Baseball both of your legs, I'll trip on your ass
I will break both of your legs with a baseball bat, then kick you while you're down and vulnerable.
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
My speed and agility make it hard for you to catch up or compete with me.
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
Don't underestimate us or make assumptions about our intentions, as you might be surprised or proven wrong.
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it
We value our beliefs and values more than just money, and we don't tolerate any compromise or negotiation.
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
We are committed, dedicated and unyielding, and we will always maintain our toughness and authenticity.
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
We wear dark clothes and protective gear that instill fear and respect, as we approach our enemies.
Move units the same way I used to move crack
We sell our music successfully, just like we sold drugs in the past.
Yeah, yeah, most of the time I'm totin a nine
I usually carry a 9mm handgun, as a sign of my readiness and alertness.
In my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I conceal my gun very well, either on my hip or on my lower back, so that no one can notice or steal it easily.
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
I compose lyrics that are critical, sharp and provocative, with a lot of passion and intensity.
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at Columbine
I dress in a long coat that covers my body, as a tribute to the killers in the Columbine school massacre, who also wore such coats.
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I plan and execute my attacks with precision and skill, making it hard for anyone to detect or investigate them later.
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
I'm willing to engage in gunfights, if provoked or challenged, but I warn you not to cross a certain boundary or you'll regret it.
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
Many people own guns but lack the proper training or skills to use them effectively or accurately.
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
I stay alert and cautious, like a vampire, sleeping in a small space that protects me from the sun and other dangers.
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
We have achieved a high level of success and wealth, thanks to our guns and drug money.
Sadaam and Castro, terror to the last blow
We compare ourselves to infamous dictators like Saddam Hussein and Fidel Castro, who were known for their brutality and defiance till the end.
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
I make a lot of money and outsmart many of my rivals and competitors, who are too slow or stupid to catch up.
It's relative, and all positively negative
My success and fame come at a price, as I face many challenges and risks, and my actions have negative consequences for others.
It's like, 'cause flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
One of my opponents is acting arrogant and foolish, by brandishing his gun and showing off.
While I'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
I'm feeling anxious and suspicious, while counting and preparing my money, and itching to use my gun.
+Assassinate+ the +Soul+ and bring life
I attack and eliminate the spiritual essence and vitality of my enemies, while asserting my own vitality and energy.
A fascinatin flow by King Trife, listen
I have a captivating and intriguing style of rapping, which demands attention and respect from my listeners.
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
I'm in a difficult and stressful situation, as my partner complains and argues with me constantly.
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
My associates are betraying me by revealing confidential information to others, and changing their loyalties.
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
I'm also dealing with a family member who is involved in drug production and distribution, which adds to my troubles.
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin?
No wonder I'm going crazy and losing my mind, with all these stressful and dangerous situations around me.
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Most of the people in my neighborhood are cowardly and selfish, lacking the courage and integrity to stand up for what's right.
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
They claim to be tough and violent, but in reality, they are trigger-happy and foolish, putting themselves and others at risk.
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
You're making a big mistake, by crossing me and violating my authority and respect.
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
I will hit you hard in the face and grab your gun, as a sign of my superiority and dominance.
Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ALVIN JOINER, LARRY MUGGERUD, R. MCBRIDE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Ykwhat75
“And Eazy I’m still witchu , fuck the beef Nigga I miss you and that’s just being real witchu”
RIP EAZY - E 😔
@zeapsin186
Homie love
@stephanrandle7811
Rip
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Orale
@AhmadM25
Man thats some real shit
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RIP pac, biggie, E & DMX 😔🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
@SmokerFace12
Feel like Xzibit is so fkn underrated, his flow is deadly
@markysharky2948
+SmokerFace12 uhhh its cuz hes broker then MC Hammer today
@rifaqw4987
+mark pustilincov neither of them are broke.
@markysharky2948
+Spinxo yeah they are xzibit filed for bankruptcy in the late 2000s