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 aint 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]