Year 2000 Lyrics - Xzibit

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]