2000 and 9 new york city is officially mines war make me happy like a fag in a behind war professor, i'ma rub you out like a line i promise u won't survive 2000
oblivion: Here's something that's bugging me If you want Armageddon here's the recipe It runs right though our society From the Moslems to the KKK We've got a 2000 ear
Poppin your clutch, and starving mc's to rock And walk with fear, keepin my momentum in gears Excess is near, my niggas can smell it in your ear 2000
in my yellow gold in exchange for white (Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight?) Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear (
Oh... while I discombobulate you This is going out to any nigga opposing my crew Like that Yo, Silver House And the Girl 2000 Kardinal Offishall, in your ear
us We leave the lanes in the back Play the range wit the rack Or the Benz wit the hatch Chrome the rims to match Wit that shit in the ear Yeah that's
(feat. Teflon) [Intro] In the year 2000... (M-O-P) still bangin (Firing Squad!) (The last generation...) Hey, hey, hey, hey All right let me brake it
love hip-hop so much that I hate it, but yo I keep on movin with my checklist I hand around like a necklace, build like (?) So it seems like 2000 seasons
mine Back up lil' daddy, ain't no way you could stop mine Drop mine, at the drop of a dime Open up your ear, I'ma drop another line It's bout time, now
is just drag queens It's gonna take years before you match our cream And only in your dreams can you see what we see [Lil' Cease] Now lend me your ear
the one cent ? And the jury hard rock OThinkin you got a lot?O You just fake perpetrate on some superstar status While we stay grounded, scope well rounded Ear
just got a type from 'Preme behind bars Peace God, you beat niggaz up, I suppose Sixteen metal machine I still hold Shoot snub from ear lobe Fortified
get 'em to understanding in this motherfucker Mike Gold back up in this motherfucker Bringin' the pain non stoppin be layin Now I'm gone verbally dick you in your ear
know we about to get ugly up in this motherfucker (Let's do this) Y'know? Yeah (yeah) all you niggaz that be eavesdroppin' or ear hustlin' Smokin' on
gotta be a pimp and it aint no joke about that there. You gotta look at it like a real player. So ah make sure you get up on this one put your ear to
like you're holding it Grab a hold of this, rip tight like it's your last bit Futuristic, hi-tech computer chip Lyric that's beyond the year 2000 The
Throwin four thousand out Swimsuit mammal get high Float flammable Drop off in a Benz boat lampable Rear like hittin a deer Playin Cuban Linx movin in the chair, he got a ear
train to escape this brainless yield Take this stainless steel Army qualified shield to my chest Armed to the "T" in armor, I be a city farmer Plantin' my seeds with a 2000