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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
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[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
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