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Year 2000 (Feat. Jonathan Davis) - Remix Acapella
Xzibit
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I wanna speak to you mothafuckas for a minute
Yeah, what's happenin'? Yeah, thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here? Yeah, aight
That's uhh, that's more for me you punk mothafuckas
Look, check it, look
Everybody here was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between a boss and a 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
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary, it's X-Man the mercenary
Carry a .44 Desert Eagle
Feed my people, even if it ain't legal
Low ridin' in the Regal or the Cadillac
Money stack probably give ya ass a heart attack
Purchase your last CD, I want my money back
It's either that or I'mma see you on the street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons
I'm guaranteed to be the last man standin'
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line
This one's for all of us, think about your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
'Cause it's the year 2000
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line
This one's for all of us, think about your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
'Cause it's the year 2000
Everybody wanna be king, fuck everything
All this shit is 'bout to be mine, I hear it all the time
Livin' life for the day
Easy to burn like paper-mรขchรฉ
Started with Dre, graduate to radio play
And still ain't satisfied, 'bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line, check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain mothafuckas get rich?
Ain't this a bitch, barely can eat, barely compete
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 ya stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed, I'm the bad seed
Smokin' weed 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody 'sposed to be here besides us
Catch a flatline
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line
This one's for all of us, think about your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
'Cause it's the year 2000
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line
This one's for all of us, think about your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
'Cause it's the year 2000
Broadcastin' live from Planet Los Angeles
Let me take my time (Is this real?)
To take what's mine (Is this real?)
I just wanna fly (Is this real?)
I just gotta get by (Is this the year 2000?)
Let me take my time (Is this real?)
To take what's mine (Is this real?)
I just wanna fly (Is this real?)
I just gotta get by (Is this the year 2000?)
Let me take my time (Is this real?)
To take what's mine (Is this real?)
I just wanna fly (Is this real?)
I just gotta get by (Is this the year 2000?)
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