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Year 2000
Xzibit
I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute Yeah, what's happenin? Yeah thanks for the lighter Anybody smoke here? Yeah, aight That's uh that's more for me you punk motherfuckers Look, check it, look
[Xzibit] 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 fuckin these hoes and weight benches Yeah, Hell's Kitchen, raw tension Never cryin and bitchin or settlin for less, heh Metal in your chest, take a final breath Revolutionary, it's XCarry a .44 Desert Eagle Feeding the people, even if it ain't legal Lowridin in the Regal or the Cadillac Money stacked probably give your ass a heart attack Purchased your last CD, I want my money back You see the battle I'ma see you in the street Survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons I'm guaranteed to be the last man standing
[Crack a bottle for your hard time It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line This one's for all of us Thinkin bout your casualties Learn from mistakes, protect your family cause it's the year two thousand
[Xzibit] 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 paperStarted with Dre, graduate to radio play 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 de
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