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Year 1000 (M) was a leap year starting on Monday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. It was also the last year of the 10th century as well as the last year of the 1st millennium of the Christian era ending on December 31st, but the first year of the 1000s decade. Popular culture sometimes holds the year 1000 as the first year of the 11th century and the 2nd millennium, due to a tendency to group the years according to decimal values, as if a year zero were counted. According to the Gregorian Calendar, this distinction falls to the year 1001, because the 1st century was retroactively said to start with year 1. Since the calendar has no year zero, its first millennium spans from years 1 to 1000, inclusive.
The Arab world and the Islamic World were experiencing a Golden Age around the year 1000. The Abbasid Caliphate controlled a large geographic area, and maintained extensive trade networks.
The scientific achievements of the Muslim Civilization also reaches its zenith during this time. Most of the leading scientists around the year 1000 were Muslim scientists, including Ibn al-Haytham (Alhacen), Abu Rayhan al-Biruni, Avicenna, Abu al-Qasim (Abulcasis), Ibn Yunus, Abu Sahl al-Quhi (Kuhi), Abu-Mahmud al-Khujandi, Abu Nasr Mansur, Abu al-Wafa, Ahmad ibn Fadlan, Al-Muqaddasi, Ali Ibn Isa, and al-Karaji (al-Karkhi), among others.
Swag swag
Stacks on deck shit bring
Money gang shit ho
Stacks on deck boys
Young shorty
2000 in my pocket
Another thousand in my wallet
We do this all the time, we fly private
Yea yea we fly private
Number real niggas
Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga
Number real niggas
Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga
Flexin’ flexin’
Money stackin’ nigga
Flexin’ yea
Money stackin’ nigga
Off top nigga, don’t fucking play
Stacks On Deck boys, bitch yeah we in this thing
Money Gang, tat that shit up off my armored ring
On my chain, fifty diamonds standing money bling
Ching, ching, I done cashed out like a jackpot
And I’m big dog flexing like Sandlot
In my hood, man we stack them shit’s by four blocks
I’m turned up, and we get them by the C-knots
C notes, cut throat with my campaign
Fifty racks make it rain, make it hurricane
Young Dre, I go hard and I spit flame
Off top, money boy’s in this thing
Money stackin’ nigga
We flexin’
Let real nigga
Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga
Flexin’, bublin’
Turnt up, money stackin’ (1000)
Pull up to the party, it’s time to have some fun
Standing on the couch, and I’m throwing funds
Stripper bitches on me, it ain’t nothing though
Do this every fucking night, all across the globe
I hop up on the jet, it’s time to cash out
I hop up in that Vet’, it’s time to smash out
My homeboy copped a Ferrari, so I copped a jet
I threw thirty racks on my fucking neck
I pull up to the trap, to finesse
I call my young nigga and he hit the plug
Now we in the trap, pulled up off mud
I pulled up in that Lambo’, skurt’ scrub
We in this thing
Yeah we in this thing
We in this thing
Yeah we in this thing
We in this thing, yeah we in this thing
In this thing, yeah we in this thing
In this thing, yeah we in this thing