| Song | 2 Thousand |
| Artist | Group Home |
| Album | Livin' Proof |
| 作曲 : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Felder, Heath, Martin | |
| 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: | |
| Ayo 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 |