Year 2000 by Xzibit
I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter
anybody smoke here?
yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers
look, check it out, look
(Verse 1)
Everybody, here was born to hustle
it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle
we foot soldiers
face first in the trenches
only time I'm on my back is fucking these
hoes and weight bitches
hell's kitchen, raw kitchen
never crying and bitching and settling
for less
metal in your chest, take a final breath
revolutionary
it's X-man the mercenary
carry a .44 desert eagle
feeding my people even if it aint legal
low-ride in the regal or the cadillac
money stack probably give yo ass a
heart attack
purchased your last cd I want my money
back
you see the battle Ima see you in the
street
survival of the first to draw the heaters
and the cannons
Im guaranteed to be the last man standing
(Chorus 2x)
crack a bottle for your hard time
it's dedicated to my soldiers on the
front line
this one's for all of us
thinking bout your casualties
learn from mistakes, protect your family
cause its the year 2000
(Verse 2)
everybody wanna be king
fuck everything
all this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
livin life for the day
easier to burn than papier-mache
started with Dre
graduate to radioplay
I still ain't satisfied
bout to blast off worldwide
get in line check the politics
ever wonder why only certain
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