Y2K
Mausberg kickin` realism
Spreadin` game to them coward ass niggas
You scared to ball, nigga?
You scared to ball, nigga?
Yo, I`m `bout to grind nigga
Now it ain`t nothin` but a party for the Y2K
Fuck the shutdown, my peoples can`t afford computers anyway
And we gonna party like it`s 1985
Chronic smoke and Thai weed all up in the sky
Whoever thought that I would come this far?
Rich at twenty-one, Johnny Burns the black ghetto supertsar
And I`ma reap the benefits of bein` strong
My religion is knowin` my right from my wrong
Dedicated to bein` the realest nigga that touched ground
And Lord knows that I came to put it down
Ain`t no stoppin` me, ride wit` my dog wit` the key to the city
Ain`t conceited, just gettin` down to the nitty gritty
Compton back on the map for the millenium
Ya ain`t heard shit until ya heard what I`m givin` em
Me and my niggas gon` run a train on the world
I`m newlyin` my damn self
I make the world twirl
Chorus x2
Yo, the time don`t stop homie, get your ride on
While you worryin` about that and get your grind on
Before you niggas commit suicde
You better recoginze this world got a long time
Aiyo the party don`t stop (don`t stop)
And the glock don`t stop tickin`
Aiyo them people bullshittin` (bullshittin`)
Playin` wit` the mind of a grown man
Tellin` us some nonsense, knowin` we gone take it to the fam-bam
And I ain`t trippin` til I see the horses trot down
Hey homie keep yo` predictions in yo` own town
Cuz I`ma party til the year 3000
Black Tecs on the rise my nigga, we straight clownin`
Gettin` our grind on
Blowin` up out our zone e`ryday
And keepin` far away from the fakes
I`m partyin` with the real-ionaire, talkin` to Quik on the NexTel
Crap table, orderin` cocktails
Backyard lookin` like nothin` but a car light
Scared of a new year, but nigga look at what I got
Down and dirty, like a natural disaster
Only the strong survive nigga, call me master
Chorus
I`m a full-fledged street veteran, kickin` real shit
So if you`re fake homie, don`t even try to feel this
Communicatin` in the form of a soldier
And if you fall short, don`t say I didn`t warn ya
Mausberg`s on the grind and partyin` the same time
Momma told me the world is mine
So I`ma cock back and blast off
And head for the stars, I ain`t takin` no losses
I ain`t no runner from no profit
But I`ma let you know what I know
The game is way more potent than a hoe and some dough
I`m on a mission dog, cuz time waits for no man
The superior strokin, a Lex Luger wit` a gun in his hand
I puff a pimp and get to thinkin` bout some deep shit
I ain`t no hater dog, grab a chair and peep this
Don`t be scared of the future
Take control of your destiny and be the ruler
Chorus x2
Realism, Y 2000
Yeah nigga, hell to come homie
Straight up, only the strong survive nigga
So you fake ass niggas might as well
put a pistol in yo mouth and do yo thang
