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2 Thousand

 

2 Thousand

(album: Livin' Proof - 1995)


'95 is yours 2000 is mines
And we're walking through the ghetto and the feeling is fine
'95 is yours 2000 is mines
And we're walking through the ghetto and the feeling is fine

Before I wake up I thank the Lord for the day
God bless the dead yo we came a long way
Brothers just don't know how shit gots to go
Yo check it where you're from
From the east how it goes
I'm from the east no joke where the old folks pack
Saying "Shortie go head kick it with your fly ass rap"
Yo I'm rapping for my niggas I never see again
360 degrees as the world still revolve
Problems still unsolved but my faith is still in God
Listen to me bad boys if ya think ya fly
Best to get on your job handle your B.I
'95 is yours 2000 is mine
Uh uh uh check it out

Yo I'm a legend and none can even step to me
I just perform on that ass like an assembly
So what's up I'm kicking down doors
Leaving ya sore from my literature
Raw is how I get and mic I rip
Bullets I use to insert in my clip
Fuck the bullshit I bust a shot to your head
Another buisness hit leaving motherfuckers dead

'95 is yours 2000 is mines
And we're walking through the ghetto and the feeling is fine
'95 is yours 2000 is mines
And we're walking through the ghetto and the feeling is fine

A-yo brain cells bust when I flow with the rough touch
Opponents that step up, get fucked up
Gangsta style buckwild I'm living trife
To be precise yo I kill a fucking mic
I grab my microphone and start killing niggas
I'm busting out rhymes I'm not pulling triggers
I'm like a prowler stalking my victims at night
I leave a blood sight when I get uptight
Yeah so now that you know
The Gang Starr Posse we get mad dough
That's how we do and the feeling is fine
'95 is yours 2000 is mine

I'm on 95 South smoking loud with my nigga
My dreams of success money kids and land
Got a master plan how to stack my grand
Check it the poor won't be poor and the rich won't have shit
My name is Lil' Dap and I'm freaking it with the lisp
Yo son chill let me concentrate on this bill
Now these snakes on the street trying to kill these rap
Yo survival in effect yes we all know that
Yo we come in peace but if you cause you got to have it
My crew will bring the havoc you start the static
Yo that's how we do it cause the feeling is fine
'95 is yours 2000 is mine

Uh champagne wine baby pa. New York style

'95 is yours 2000 is mines
And we're walking through the ghetto and the feeling is fine
'95 is yours 2000 is mines
And we're walking through the ghetto and the feeling is fine

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