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Pride of the South: All-Star Tribute to Lynyrd Skynyrd (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Southern by the Grace of God: Lynyrd Skynyrd Tribute Tour, Vol. 1 (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · The Essential Lynyrd Skynyrd (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Sweet Home Alabama: The Country Music Tribute to Lynyrd Skynyrd (Ashley Ray) · Best of Southern Rock: The Allman Brothers/Lynyrd Skynyrd (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sweet Home Alabama: The Country Music Tribute to Lynyrd Skynyrd (Jamey Johnson) · Under the Influence: A Jam Band Tribute to Lynyrd Skynyrd (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Essential Lynyrd Skynyrd (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Lynyrd Skynyrd (Lynyrd Skynyrd) · Southern by the Grace of God: Lynyrd Skynyrd Tribute Tour, Vol. 1 (Lynyrd Skynyrd) – and 90 other albums »


it's always a little more convenient to
Play it with a Southern accent. And bands like
Lynyrd Skynyrd attempted to show another side of
The South One
Ay, ay 

I'm from a big city 
Tryna make a living 
Come to my hood 
Everybody get it 
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
like selling dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tasting right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the Mornin'
That was
Still swing with machete
That's long as Paul Pierce
Let’s talk about it, South side, cracks by the sewer
Hustle with my uncle, one- oh- seven got
cool niggas, now we do niggas
And move niggas
Am I wrong? Fools makin' songs 
Tryin' to sound like us
Must we go on on that herone
In the south I
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS

They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound
Grab it
a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had
figures into solitare
Twirl up my hair (down south)
Pray to God I don't have to do him
Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was
Cuz, face to face
{Yeah}(Nigga what)
You still can't fuck wit me

No Go
Who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle, 'cause
One does up dick the pen in my streets
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS

They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound
Grab it
have to persuade
Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face
A faker never know he fake
A hater never admit he hate
By the time
thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out
thought it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
, (soul, I)
Seal with the end of your rope and now I'm right here, closing by
Third time's a charm, I already let them know, twice

Let me set the record
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew 
Right up to your face and dis you 
Everyone saw me on the last album cover 
Holding a pistol 
Something far
home, til I'm dead and gone
Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong
Imma stand my ground, be all I can be
And shoot down everybody
stay right by a nigga like me and you'll get blessed
Ain't fuckin' with that, down 'cause of what I got
That's how a nigga get sprung in the back part
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)

Rushin' up
The experts

	South Bronx, a.k.a. Cutthroat Island
	The wrong place to visit.. ya heard??

Chorus 1.5X
seem like yesterday we play until our days was nights
And yesterday, I just put flowers at his gravesite and that ain't right

[Outro: Kalage]
All I