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Hook: '95 is yours 2000 is mine And we're walking through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine (x2) Lil Dap: 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 Sayin' "Shortie go head kick it with your fly ass rap" Yo I'm rappin' 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 Melachi the Nutcracker: 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 kickin' down doors Leavin' 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 leavin' motherfuckers dead Hook Melachi: A-yo brain cells bust when I flow with the rough touch Opponents that step up, get fucked up Gangsta style buckwild I'm livin' trife To be percise yo I kill a fuckin' mic I grab my microphone and start killin' niggas I'm bustin' out rhymes I'm not pullin' triggers I'm like a prowler stalkin' 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 doe That's how we do and the feeling is fine '95 is yours 2000 is mine Lil' Dap: I'm goin' 95 South smokin' lye 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 feakin' on with the lip Yo son chill let me concentrate on this bill Now these snakes on the street tryin' 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 start the static Yo that's how we do it cause the feeling is fine '95 is yours 2000 is mine Lil' Dap talking: Uh champagne wine baby pa. New York style. Hook |
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