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sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
store
all that for holding it down
selling the c.d.s its good, yes
your boy Chingy,
GIt It Boyz, Got the third album coming out real soon
You gon'
sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

When the mist rolls in on Highway One
Like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
And I
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around 
Tired of living in your one horse town 
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground 
For
sister, we'd hide out in the tall cornfields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in linden town
I watch the cars rushin' by
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile

So
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life, and it all changed in one day
All my life, it's
Captain Jack will get you by tonight 
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'  

So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot 
and you meet your
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thrity three
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun
Don't forget boy
down
And I was just tellin' little sister
That I knew we'd see you again someday
But, Daddy, why did it have to be this way
Why did it
I heard from Frankie there's trouble at his place
On Highway 95 the police they gave me chase
I was with his sister I hadn't seen a thing
They had
cold world?
My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like
through and true 
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through, 
And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could 
'cause in the hood true homies
cold world?
My phony homey had a baby by my old girl
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his sister, had her mumble like
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
honest.
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well.

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to +Priesthood+
If you purchased this album from a store
Or you got a copy from
This shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S.
I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her tits, coke in her twat
Have her crack up
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
all, all, all too well

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it
After plaid shirt
[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year 
From your eye drops a tear 
I don't play that shit, I play that hit 
Your whole gangsta image is
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I