Year 2000 (feat. Jonathan Davis) - Remix Acapella

I wanna speak to you mothafuckas for a minute

Yeah, what's happenin'? Yeah, thanks for the lighter

Anybody smoke here? Yeah, aight

That's uhh, that's more for me you punk mothafuckas

Look, check it, look

Everybody here was born to hustle

It's a very thin line between a boss and a 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

Metal in your chest, take a final breath

Revolutionary, it's X-Man the mercenary

Carry a .44 Desert Eagle

Feed my people, even if it ain't legal

Low ridin' in the Regal or the Cadillac

Money stack probably give ya ass a heart attack

Purchase your last CD, I want my money back

It's either that or I'mma see you on the street

Survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons

I'm guaranteed to be the last man standin'

Crack a bottle for your hard time

It's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line

This one's for all of us, think about 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, think about 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 be mine, I hear it all the time

Livin' life for the day

Easy to burn like paper-mâché

Started with Dre, graduate to radio play

And still ain't satisfied, 'bout to blast off worldwide

Get in line, check the politics

Ever wonder why only certain mothafuckas get rich?

Ain't this a bitch, barely can eat, barely compete

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 ya stuck and stunned in disbelief

New breed, I'm the bad seed

Smokin' weed 'til my mothafuckin' 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, think about 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, think about your casualties

Learn from mistakes, protect your family

'Cause it's the year 2000

Broadcastin' live from Planet Los Angeles

Let me take my time (Is this real?)

To take what's mine (Is this real?)

I just wanna fly (Is this real?)

I just gotta get by (Is this the year 2000?)

Let me take my time (Is this real?)

To take what's mine (Is this real?)

I just wanna fly (Is this real?)

I just gotta get by (Is this the year 2000?)

Let me take my time (Is this real?)

To take what's mine (Is this real?)

I just wanna fly (Is this real?)

I just gotta get by (Is this the year 2000?)