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Текст (слова) песни: Xzibit - Year 2000 12"

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 X-Man the mercenary, heh
Carry 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

[Chorus: repeat 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
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 paper-mache
Started 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 dead bodies covered with sheets
That`s the only time I really find peace
Havin violent stand-offs with the police
North Hollywood beef, grindin my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed I`m the bad seed
Smokin weed `til my motherfuckin eyes bleed
Dedicated to the niggaz that despise us
So ain`t nobody `sposed to be here besides us
Catch a flatline

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles, right?
Huh, it`s X to the Z Xzibit
What? New millenium

I was one that never begged for nothin
Me and my homies build penitentiary huffin
Runnin 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, heh
A grown man, the back of my hand is what you receive
The X-Files make you believe
You check the Soundscan and do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh
It`s goin 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]

 

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