Artist/Band: 
Xzibit 
Lyrics for Song: YEAR 2000 
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Xzibit
  
               
  8605>I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
  Yea thanks for the lighter
  Anybody smoke here?
  Aight, thats more for me you punk
  Motherfuckers
  Look, check it out, look
 
 
  [verse 1]
  Everybody, he 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 the people even if it ain't legal
  Low-riding in the regal or the cadillac
  Money stacked 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 it's the year 2000
 
 
  [verse 2]
  Everybody wannabe king
  Fuck everything
  All this shit is bout to me mine
  I hear it all the time
  Live your 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
  Motherfuckers get rich
  Ain't this a bitch
  Barely can eat, barely can pee
  I dedicate my life to the street
  It's not for you if your stomach is weak
  Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
  Thats the only time I really find peace
  Having violent stand-offs with the police
  North hollywood beef
  Grinding my teeth
  Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
  New breed I'm the bad seed
  Smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes
  Bleed
  Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
  So ain't nobody s'posed to be here
  Besides us
  Catch a flatline
 
 
  [chorus 2x]
 
 
  [verse 3]
  I was one that never begged for nothing
  Me and my homies build penitentiary
  Huff-it
  Running your mouth like a bitch cause you
  All on my dick
  What is he dogg pound now? is he still
  With tha liks?
  Is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is
  Business stay the fuck out of my family shit
  A grown man, the back of my hand is what
  You will see
  If the x-fives make you believe
  You check the sound scan I do the math
  Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
  A bloodbath, make xzibit have a good laugh
  It's going down, hit the ground like a
  Plane crash
  You lil fags ain't prepared for the x-man
  Scared and desperate
  Young and restless
  There is no guest list
  Move to the back of the line
  Yo it's my time, prime time only where the
  Beats and the rhyme shine
 
 
  [chorus 2x]
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