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Common |
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Finding Forever |
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Southside |
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La, la, la, la, la - and e'rybody say |
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La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you... |
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I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be |
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I'm a raw flow cause it never get rusty |
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I aint gotta say it, man dawg trust me |
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Bust somebody head, T.L.C. where was we? |
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Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter |
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Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder |
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Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up |
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Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up |
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[Chorus] |
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We coming from the.. |
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South (side), South (side) |
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South (side), South (side) |
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South (side), South (side) |
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South (side), Side of the Chi |
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The broads, the cars, the half moon, the stars |
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I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars |
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Burn cd's with no regard for the stars |
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Come to the grip with conflict, diamonds and the arts |
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Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas |
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Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-town's gods |
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We even yo, you're still talking no cause |
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A conscious nigga with mac like Steven Jobs |
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[Chorus] |
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Your fly is open, McFly |
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The crowd is open I think I know why |
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I'm back from the future seen it with my own eyes |
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And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi |
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Back in college I had to get my back up off the futon |
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I knew that I couldn't cop a coup with no coupons |
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Look at that neutron on his green like two dimes |
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People asking him, "Do you have any grey poupon?" |
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[Chorus] |
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You in the building but the buildings falling |
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You wouldn't be ballin' if your name is Baldwin |
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My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans |
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Back in school, ya'll niggas you should call in August |
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Summer sun it goes down but I'm still revolving |
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Southside 'bout to walk it out, I still get crawling |
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If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin |
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With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling |
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[Chorus] |
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With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera |
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Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas |
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Can't wait till they say, "Yeah, he ran up at the Oscars." |
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Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie |
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Like when Em' played him and Mekhi played a rasta |
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Mexican don't love it like it was for La Raza |
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But this is for the mobsters, Holla |
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We some true chi-town legends, accept no imposters |
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[Chorus] |
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Uh, the un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel |
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Lean wit it, rock wit it, back like the disciples |
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Know when to use a bible, and when to use a rifle |
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You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle |
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Caught a case of robbery, and 'Beat It' like Michael |
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Your career is a typo, mine was written like a haiku |
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I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do |
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Do crime fixed is crucial and trauma is psycho |
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[Chorus] |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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We're coming from the...Hey! |
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*scratches*.. spice it up (la, la , la..) |
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Ya might have to spice it up |
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Spice it up, spice it up, |
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Take your life and... |
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Yo, we're coming from the...Hey! |
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We're coming from the...Hey! |
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...and this concludes our Chicago show |
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Please stay tuned |
