🎵 Year 2000 // by Xzibit

9 ContributorsYear 2000 Lyrics A single released in 2000 as a primer for the Restless album, “Year 2000” features Xzibit laying down his rhymes over a Mel-Man beat. Also notable is the fact that the song features Korn vocalist Jonathan… Read More  [Intro: Xzibit] 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 [Verse 1: 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 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 [Hook: Xzibit] 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 2000 [Verse 2: 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 niggas that despise us So ain't nobody 'sposed to be here besides us Catch a flatline [Hook: Xzibit] 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 2000 [Interlude: Xzibit] Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles, right? Huh, it's X to the Z Xzibit What? New millenium [Verse 3: Xzibit] 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 [Hook: Xzibit] 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 2000