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alright
Jeffrey Lynne and George H tonight
Double vision and out of sight
Pennsylvania Blues tonight
Pennsylvania Blues alright

Thinking 'bout
In 1649 to St. George's Hill
A ragged band they called the diggers came to show the people's will
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
In 1649
To St George's Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Come to show the people's will
They defied the landlords
They defied the law
I met him in a club hangin out one night
He said, "Hello I'm George.. hi Lyte!
How's everything goin, huh, how ya doin?
Hope everything's fine, ooh,
like a coward 
You'll end up yelling out loud 

Hold back 
You'll regret it someday 
Choke on that 
Don't let it pass you by 
Hold back 
You
baby I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
'2Pac'
And I ain't stopping'
Till I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops
instigated that situation
With Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bangles
Adjust my wing rudders
ain't heard that from me

True vision and the impeccable timing
Shine so the blinded don't look twice
My Fresh don't it look nice
Yo D.N.A. ain't
on

[Ludacris]
Look here!
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part
the actual facts men
As we relax to a black ceaser flick and third vision
My movements is precision, supreme mathematician
Indeed i'm true and livin when i'm
hell made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapon's intuition
My future position is determined by past decisions
So young George Bush, I'm
motherfuckers in America know 
They know we wont do shit

I'm grippin' the neena
Visions of 911, visions of three 6's no 7's
This is bushanomics, George is
my lover, I'm your friend, I'm your man, but I'm sayin
Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call
my lover, I'm your friend, I'm your man, but I'm sayin
Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call
get high!
Comtemplate the paper chasing but them crackas giving complications
Locking niggaz up without a combiniton, prison is not in my vision
Even
but these jealous niggas got me strapped 

raise like a criminal but born a bastard 

visions of a jail or a grave 

a closed clasket
but these jealous niggas got me strapped 

raise like a criminal but born a bastard 

visions of a jail or a grave 

a closed clasket