Lyrics:

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
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
It's either that or I'mma 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 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
Thinkin' 'bout 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 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 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
Thinkin' 'bout 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
Thinkin' 'bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
'Cause it's the year 2000
Broadcastin' live from Planet Los Angeles
Let me take what's right
To take what's mine
I just want enough life
Am just gotta drop by
Let me take what's right
To take what's mine
I just want enough life
I just gotta drop by
Let me take what's right
To take what's mine
I just want enough life
I just wanna drop by