I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
   yea thanks for the lighter
   anybody smoke here?
   aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers
   look, check it out, look
  
   [Verse 1]
   everybody, he 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 wade bitches
   hell's kitchen, raw kitchen
   never crying and bitching and settling for less
   metal in your chest, take off out of breath
   revolutionary
   it's X-man the mercenary
   carry a .44 desert eagle
   feeding the people even if it aint legal
   low-riding in the regal or the cadillac
   money stacked 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
   nuff on mistakes, protect your family
   cause its the year 2000
  
   [Verse 2]
   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 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]
  
   [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 the 'liz?
   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]