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to do, but I do it my way (Do it my way)
Might think that I’m a fool by the way I play (Way I play)
I ain’t follow no rules, no regrets to date
Call your

One Way or Another

Blondie

The Platinum Collection

1994

'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'll meet ya, ah

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your

the princess made a wish

Dreams come true you know
You gatta stand by your dream
Just believe in yourself, you'll see
Your dream will follow you

When I was

a couple rules to this shit that I'm standing on, that these niggas don't follow no more
Muhhhfucker rather act like they got it, don't wanna ask for a hand

grounded and you'll fly like a bird
I just want to fly
Watching time go by
I just want to fly
Time keeps ticking
Something's taking over me
Something's

the crowd
Hey kids, it’s dad
I hope you’re doing well
I’m sure you know by now I’ve got one hell of a story to tell
I had no job, not a dollar to my name
But

out in the crowd

Hey kids, it's dad
I hope you're doing well
I'm sure you know by now I've got one hell of a story to tell
I had no job, not a dollar

(I am not Albert Einstein)
Tell me
What suddenly that bullshit for
(But I am the woman who follows not the crowd)
Tell me
(I am used to go further than

Want What I Got

MC Lyte

Seven & Seven

1998

the way I boogie 

My fake ass friends want to hang out tonight 

I'll tell ?em follow me then I'll ditch ?em at the light 

I see ?em at the club

always stand out in the crowd
Hey kids, it’s dad
I hope you’re doing well
I’m sure you know by now I’ve got one hell of a story to tell
I had no job, not

Y'all don't want none
It's my time I'll always be in my prime and I'ma get in their mind 
Thought y'all should know that Y'all don't want none
Follow my

The guts, fuck, bust nuts, rush
Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth
Yo, I'ma try to hold the microphone
And turn the party out
If it's the type of crowd

follow me through the night
Can you be my eyes
Can you see what it's like
Can I trust you
With you by my side
Think I'll be alright
'Til the end of time

The Hidden Hand

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

was a wild adolescent  blessed with the foul essence 
Messin around with the wrong crowd  I learned my lesson 
Stressin all the things that I have not

The face is familiar - I've seen Him before though I can't quite remember just where
He may have been walking alone by the shore or teaching

don’t get your logic 

you ain’t got no common sense 

These n****s just follow the crowd 

But I don’t do what Simon says 

You thought you were the best

Seems I'm on my way
Not sure I had a choice
Grabbed my suitcase packed by strangers, who left out my voice
You shouldn't jump from a movin' train

Gotta keep a strap by the door
Gotta keep a strap by the door
Gotta keep a strap by the door
Gotta keep a strap by the door

I've been blinded

You call me by the name by the one that I want
So why not take a seat and listen to this song
I haven't begun, so let me begin
I'll open these

through crowds and bitches blushing
So guess I'm finally something
If we ain't talking hunnits no discussion
And please don't walk up on me like I'm duckin

jump in the crowd
We don't follow rules

I do what I wanna do
Tokyo Asian yellow bitch, Pikachu
Ghost, peek-a-boo, go buy the Lamb, too
Two

the Blackberry
Glance at Lyin Larry he starting to act scary
The crowd from the next block over start to run by 
The Jeezy concert over & 4 niggas just did a drive

a crowd, I like it how
Everything I think or need won't matter boutta night from now
So what to write about
I've been writing with the same rhyme for a while

bars and they way too creative
I'm a smart but i'm a reckless kid
Loved by many, hated by less
With bro's and dargs hope u don't get bit
Don't follow