'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' 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 got to go

Yo, check it, where you from? From the East, how it goes

I'm from East, no joke, where the old folks pack

Sayin', "Shorty, go 'head, kick it with your fly-ass raps"

Yo, I'm rappin' for my **** I never see again

Three-hundred sixty degrees as the world still revolve

Problems still unsolved, but my faith is still in God

Listen to me, bad boys, if you think you're fly

Best to get on your job, handle your B.I

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

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 kickin' down doors

Leavin' you sore from my literature, raw

Is how I get, and mics I rip

Bullets I use to insert in my clip

Fuck the bullshit, I bust a shot to your head

Another business hit, leavin' motherfuckers dead

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine

Ayo, brain cells bust when I flow with the rough touch

Opponents that step up, get fucked up

Gangster style, buck wild, I'm livin' trife

To be precise, yo, I kill the fuckin' mic

I grab my microphone, and start killin' ****

I'm bustin' out rhymes, I'm not pullin' triggers

I'm like a prowler, stalkin' my victims at night

I leave a bloody sight, when I get uptight

Yeah, so now that you know

The Gang Starr Posse, we get mad dough

Yo, that's how we do, and the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

I'm on 95 South, smokin' la with my ****

My dreams of success, money, kids, and land

Got a master plan, how to stack my grands

Check it, the poor won't be poor, and the rich won't have shit

My name is Little Dap, and I'm freakin' 'em with the lip

Yo, son, let me chill, concentratin' to build

Got these snakes on the street tryin' to kill these rats

Yo, survival in effect, and yes, we all know that

Yo, we come in peace, but if you cause the goddamn havoc

My crew will bring the havoc, you start the static

Yo, that's how we do it, 'cause the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

Uh, champagne, wine, baby paws

New York style

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine

'95 Is yours, 2000 is mine

And we're walkin' through the ghetto and the feelin' is fine