Lyrics:
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
like this. I started to tell you.
I represent the whole... Why that's it!
Let my people go. That's the idea!
Old Abe Lincoln was thin and long,
His
just turned mommy, and that's my sis so I just turned abti
Fan mail came to the crib from a youth that loves me, I swear that touched me
I never even
parted ways amicably
A few years ago "He
Raised me through the game" From the
Release of the first Flamers volume
It took Meek roughly two years to go
From
know?)
You go and get that Mack diesel, right
hey, the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali (okay)
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
And I never did like it
When I use to see y'all fight
Where I'm from you just happy
Yo momma ain't smoking the pipe
I gotta long way to go
I gota long
Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up out my way
I'm a true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm an H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' Dirty
that
Let's do it
[verse 1:]
You want me to jam I'm finna enta
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne)
Got
turned abt
Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me I swear that touched me
I never even drive no whips I own so they all look way too dusty
If
of my n****s came straight from the ghetto
Keep me a stick, hello
You know Im fly, sparrow
My shit booming, Metro
You need to get with the memo
This s**t
up
This beat is on fire I'm turning the heat up
Came a long way since "Desire"
I spit like a dragon spits fire
My momma told me I was the one
This beat
on that Wabash Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people always say
From New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way
To the hills
school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm, who knows,
Murphey Lee or something)
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
so fuckin' long go
Buy him a new chain
See these niggas know I do this shit
Stay out my lane and what's crazy
Nigga this comin' from my brain
See you I
exchange
Between Louis Farrakhan and
CBS'S Mike Wallace
You got to Nigeria, which is
If not the most corrupt nation
In Africa and it is
It could be the most
school out in U-City of St. Louis, Missouri
(I think his name's umm, who knows,
Murphey Lee or something)
I want my name not, not said but screamed
I
of friendship in those words that flew around
A promise of protection as those muskets shook the ground
By 1771 Louis the 14th was long gone
The British had
They blinkin' on me (Bling)
All about my Ben Franklins homie
Bitch can't even get a Abe Lincoln from me
I ain't thinkin' normally, nigga
Bring a tank
me a play
Came a long way from everyday dodging cases
Ducking the grave
You can tell by the look on my face
S**t I aint got nothin to say
Penitentiary
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In
the station you could hear all the people say
There's a gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Motherfucker comin' from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker
Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin'
it out the struggle
You can't me Nothing
I'ma Run it up Because
I got that hustle in my Blood
Came from St.louis
Got that hustle in my blood
I got
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