J.S. Bach: Italian Concerto, BWV 971: I. [Allegro]

I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute

Yea thanks for the lighter

Anybody smoke here?

Aight, that's 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 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 the people even if it ain't 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

I'm 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 it's 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