Year 2000 (Remix)

I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea

China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter

Anybody smoke here?

Yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers

Look, check it out, look

(Verse 1)

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 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 my people even if it ain't legal

Low-ride in the regal or the cadillac

Money stack 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 its the year 2000

(Verse 2)

Everybody wanna be king

Fuck everything

All this shit is bout to me mine

I hear it all the time

Livin 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 Im 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)

Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles

Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit

What, new millenium

(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 its my time, prime time only where the

Beats and the rhyme shine

(Chorus 2x)