Long, long way to go Oh, oh, oh no nearer to God we gotta Long, long way to go You sing a bloody song, you gotta Long, long way to go Sow your seed asunder
Long, long way to go Oh, oh, oh no nearer to God we gotta Long, long way to go You sing a bloody song, you gotta Long, long way to go Bastard, bloody
: [2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2
Kangol's, so that shit is old You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent Five dollars for a table dance so now your money's spent You listen
on, bring her a pipe dream [Chorus] [Outro: P. Diddy] Let's work... come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy Hitmen baby, let's work, come on Let's
that's something Fly deserve Place and time is reserved, for the P-L-A-Y-A, Mr.I-B-N stackin' ends on that paper chase Searchin' for a shooting star,
a-a-and You don't be running on +myspace+ a-a-and You know some other shit I hate w-w-what W-w-when they violate b-but Tonight man I ain't in the mood
bad as me, I got a +Mobb+ and we +Deep+ like Hav' and P, so get a job! (uhh) My shoes is, nine and a half, size is too big For every thug nigga listen
We came a long way from free lunch Stashin mack's in the tree trunks Crashin Ac's and hazardous acts, ghetto bastard Pos-ses a mack, alligator hats Cheese
down, each family learns Turn 18, given a gun, her hand is sherm get used to breath the water when the land's submerged You get a chance to say goodbye
W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah,
' me my space a-a-and You don't be runnin' on my space a-a-and You know some other shit I hate w-w-what W-w-when they violate b-but Tonight man I ain
like a big ghetto booty on a P.Y.T With a 5th Ave S.W.A.G Something just like me Buy and sell Gucci I like them girls in Louis V Red bottoms Lue B's
say A lemme hear you say, say, say Your daddy said, ?Come back, baby, find your life? It was wrong before but this time it's right It's been way too
shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin' [Hook: P
be egible for a furlough [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: W.C. ] Finally I'm out on a furlough Back on the streets in a Coupe that's sittin kinda low Yo, come to
