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How does a homing pigeon know his way back home alone to Ruth
A Ruth that he has never ever flown
Is it because his mate is waiting there that
a beat to fuck your crew up 
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan 
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs 
And Simon, like I
a beat to fuck your crew up 
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan 
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs 
And Simon, like I
on me.

You can work miracles, this I know,
I don’t care how You do it, just bring him back home.
Jesus, you know I believe You can bring him back
bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
Nas is like, love undying, money's my bitch
In thugs mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit
Pharaoh
Disciple (STREET'S!)
Disciple (Esco!)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple
brings him back

I'm waitin' for my life to begin
Waitin' for the train to come in

I'm waitin' in the depot by the railroad track
Lookin' for
train that brings him back

I'm waitin' for my life to begin
Waitin' for the train to come in

I'm waitin' in the depot by the railroad track
I see her/him I pray
And if my prayer can cross the sea
The trains and the boats and planes
Will bring you back, back home to me
The trains
produced by Prince Paul
Slaps ya skull, no static at all

Static mixed in but it don't cling
To a fat rope dope Gucci link or an earring
Hand now
train that brings him back

I'm waitin' for my life to begin
Waitin' for the train to come in

I'm waitin' in the depot by the railroad track
boots on
Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home
Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones
No doubt about it that boy's country
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
to cut her loose.

She had a little bit of karma above her left eye,
Came in the shape of a scar..
I tried to help her out with a ride back home,
But,
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "epidodes ii," like
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"

That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again 
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
call scratch 'n sniff
I don't bite, so let me be clear
(Hey mic controller, let's steal some of Paul's good ideas)
So now alter that and back
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin'

Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family,