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I'd like to welcome ya'll back to Mississippi,
Yea, I missed ya'll niggas. I just want you to know (YEAH), God is for the thugs too.(YEAH) Chorus: This is for my thug niggas, all the pimps and the drug dealers, theives and the motherf**kin killers. The ones who aint never had shit, that's why we get crunk in this bitch. This is for my thug niggas, all the pimps and the drug dealers, theives and the motherf**kin killers. The ones who aint never had shit, that's why we get crunk in this bitch. Verse 1: Daddy in the pen, momma out suckin dick, I aint never had fam so I ride with my click. Said I die for my click, jealous hoes die too, I would have been a lawyer by the age of 22, But I won't so I don't give a f**k about killing dudes. I sell crack too, I will jack dudes, I dropped out of school to buy my daughter some food. And her momma don't live around here no more. They took her life when they kicked in my door. Yelling bitch where the dope, then blow, blow, blow They thought I was a beast, tell the bitch look now, Imma smoke my weed, Imma f**k me a hoe, Imma want your dough, Imma kick your do', Imma slap your hoe, Imma take your date, When I think about the Lord I got to see one day. I'm sorry... Chorus Verse 2: Imma get me a 'laq, Imma ride down ten, Imma pray to the lord, I won't die in the pen. Gotta serve for my sins, Imma serve me a cop, I gotta watch my back for the f**kin' undercovers. Yelling:F**k the clips!!! F**k the PD!!! F**k em!! Bitch Imma come up to the crib, Imma flood my block, Imma ride downtown, yelling f**k Trent Lott. They done raped grandmama, they done took our land, Now they wonder why a nigga don't give a hot damn, damn, damn.... Chorus |
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It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South Let's walk! Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch We represent Memphis, 'Sippi And I don't think y'all really wanna get wit me We started gangsta walkin', nigga, now no MC Hammer Just a really dealy, get you hyper than hype No cut or no arm 'n' hammer Slam a hater to the flo', stomp 'em all on in dat hole Mean as hell on dat liquor, meaner than dat on that blow So don't push me, motherfucker, push me motherfucker, push I'm affiliated wit more terrorists than G Bush, bitch! We got them niggaz gettin' wild, gettin' buck, havin' fist Put a bottle in their hand, put a blunt to their lips Gangsta walkin' in da club, err'body gon' piss And da hoes on the corner workin' graveyard shift Yeah, they call me the juice from that north north set Where they rob for the folks and they divvy up the net Ain't no talkin', fuck some talkin', we gon' shoot 'em in they chest If a coward wanna jump, it's gon' be a bloody mess, bitch! Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Now we can get it buck in da club With niggaz I suggest you tuck yo' chain Fuck security, find out they can't do a thang Out the frame pussy nigga, you too soft, push you off me Stompin' hoes to the flo' and never scared to pop heat Ah, hammer on your bird, on the chest, don't talk shit tonight Ain't no thang to bust yo' head and start a fight Like bitch, what?s up now? North Mississippi in this bastard Fuck around my nizzle and get your whole body plastered I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner Yeah! It'll be fabulous if you leave 'Cuz I'm tryin' to stomp your body till yo' ass can't breathe Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Left foot, right foot, swingin' both from yo' fist You better keep it movin' yo' weak ass might get hit Kids don't count when you buck back too hard Get ready to finish anything that you start Straight from the mound, boys, better not clown I got eighty-five niggaz wit me represent the town Two hundred automatic Uzi's wit atomic armed clips Make you boys take them paper pep poppers of your hip Young pimp smoke weed, don't stoke, might sip Four-fifths with a bunch of hollow tips in the whip I'm pimp tight MGJ, you can look at my resume Never been a trick, neva eva played Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Gon' gangsta walk, gon' do it, motherfucker Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Buck jump, motherfucker, buck jump, ya bitch Yea, hot ass, South Side, dick up in yo' muthafuckin mouth, nigga South Side till I die, Mississippi, weak bitch This hot shit by David Banner You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga You ain?t gotta front like it?s hard, bitch boy, yea |
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| 3:30 |
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| 5. |
| 3:50 |
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Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet
Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl I wanna see you cum in the middle of the dance floor A nigga can't fuck, what you think a friend of me for I'ma beat that pussy up You get it wet enough, I might lick it up Lickey, lickey, lickey, like a peppermint swirl Lick that clit Cum girl Uh, I wanna see your legs shake Take you to the crib, we can fuck til the bed break Uh, fuck you til your pussy ache Think about the type right now, girl, mastur (Uh uh) Beg for a nigga, freak you in the clubs stop worrying about them other hoes It's me in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Cum when you're feeling good, lick it all off Catch it in your mouth, like your last name Moss Play with the nitty girl, stick it on in I'm feeling real freaky girl, bring your friends I can make 'em bounce like 1, 2, 3 It ain't nothin' to a pimp, girl, play with the g-spot Make it hot, gon on, get your girl, Sheryl Bring your clique Cum girl And I'ma make 'em all cum Beat it like Mr. Calipark on the drum I'ma beat it like Mike when he fucked Billie Jean Work it, work it, work it, til you make that pussy cream Move it to the right, move your finger to the left Work it all around til your ass outta breath I ain't tripping on ya baby, put some dick in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Bend it on over, lemme see it from the back Work your thumb in it girl, I love it like that Freaky ass hoes, lil freaky ass men Lemme work ya slow, lemme see it going in Then you pull it out, put your fingers in your mouth You make a nigga wanna fuck your ass on the couch While we're still in the club, show your pussy love Work that clit Cum girl Go on and hit the dance floor Open up wide, lemme show you what's it made for Uh, like a finger, like a donkey Lemme see you play, play with your monkey Damn, cause your ass so chunky Bring it here, sweaty, cause I love it when it's funky I'ma put some dick in your world Work that clit Cum girl Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Gon play with it Work that clit Cum girl Work that clit Cum girl |
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| 3:52 |
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[David Banner]
WOO! Oh.. She looks so beautiful, don't you agree? Girl, you know what I think you should do right now? You should just take off all of your clothes Every article of clothing, except for the, Leave the pumps on girl, I like that Enough of the kissin and huggin.. [Chorus x2] We should be fuckin, on da bed on da couch now, Fuckin, fuckin, fuckin.. From the front to the living room, we should be fuckin [David Banner] Let the boys make love, Let me fuck ya from da back, hair pullin, hot wax They won't do it like dat, They can't do it like this, They won't tie you by your wrist And spank ya lil sexy bad ass, cum quick (hey), Yea I know you hard at work Yea I know your boss a jerk, You can come to da platter, tie you up, witcha skirt Let ya man make love, Let me bring ya to da crib, you a big city gurl Let me show you where I live, Gotta pond in da front, gotta lake in da back If you wanna pop da trunk, We can do it in da lac, Got a dick like a horse Let me see you take that [Chorus] [David Banner] Girl gon' lose ya mind, Let my dick touch your spine, Cum 4 or 5 times, Southside bump-n-grind Young lady stand in line, But I wanna fuck you, And all ya freaky dreams I wanna make come true, Like fuckin on da back porch, Gon' let it out, Or we can fuck in time square I make you scream Dirty South Damn I ain't tryna run game, But I will make you scream my name (David Banner), Yea my G5 just an airplane, Take it how you want it girl pleasure or pain (hey), Yea cuz ya dealin wit a mack now, Go and tell ya friends dat I blew ya back out [Chorus] [Jazze Pha] When ya step into the crib, Get in your birthday suit, Girl leave on ya heels And get it ready for daddy, I guarantee your satisfaction, I hope your ready for action I'm in da mood (baby), Forget ya nigga, Stand and revizzle put ya back into it When I work da middle, (make it hurt a little) When I hit it from the back girl [Chorus] |
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| 4:09 |
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Pick up your gun
jump in the whip lets ride on this like oh oh oh (x4) (Chorus) I put that on everything -I will be reppin the south to the day that i die I put that on everything From the midwest i'm ready to ride because i'm from the Chi I'm from the M i'm from the Double the S, yall know the rest Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat You don't want to see T and DB and i put that on everything (x2) |
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| 4:11 |
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| 3:53 |
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(Chorus: Magic)
Now we can take a walk to my truck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) And I ain't tryin to say you're a duck (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) And I ain't tryin to say you're a ho (BUT I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) But bitch I'm doin bad and I'm broke (BITCH I AIN'T GOT NUTTIN) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho (YEA!) And I ain't payin for shit, I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) I'm on the grind ho (YEA!) (Verse One: Magic) Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin all the loot Sick of lyin to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth A brother doin bad, buy your own f**kin drank Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin for my bank I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a jew So if you're, lookin for love bitch you know what to do Find a man, cause I ain't givin nuttin but dick If you insulted? Grab your f**kin pussy and split! Callin my phone, tryin to get in V.I.P. I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free If you're, wit it I'm wit it, if you're not get-the-f**k ho Thinkin a nigga get you treated like a buck ho (Chorus) (Verse Two: David Banner) Let me hold somethin Banner - look you cain't hold shit Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin like a bitch Get some motherf**kin nuts, be a motherf**kin man Y'all them same niggaz laughin when I step off in that van Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan ho Get up off my nuts and start your own f**kin band ho Grab some f**kin chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick Even if you had a pussy bitch I wouldn't splurge trick Man I'm comin down hard, pullin pussy niggaz cards If you don't like it KNUCKLE UP and take it to the yard Dead but you won't get a cent from me But you can get a good ass kickin for free, punk bitch! (Chorus) (Verse Three: Lil' Boosie) Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean" Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J. Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses, and stallions But if you got that fire cat {?} Boosie he ain't gone You want your bread fire really you can get it But we linin like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin the hype Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina & Ike I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight And we fo' sho' to hittin somethin at the telly tonight I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin 'em on they cheeks I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat Now I'm skeetin on the sheets, headed to another city Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga (Chorus) |
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| 4:31 |
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(David Banner talking)
I wish I had my pistol. Miggas, think the south is a fad nigga. I went back and picked up my nigga B.G. We gon crank this mug. Soutside motherf**ker!!!! Chorus Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (made for) Bloody War! Bloody, bloody war! (war) What you think these bullets and all these guns made for? (B.G.) They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,) If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. They made to bust with em (bust wit em,) they made to bang with em (bang with em,) If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em. Verse 1 (David Banner) I'm hittin you bitches, With choppas, running from helicopters and duckin the feds, thirsting for blood, ready for war, I'm wanting you dead. I want that nigga to come that shit, so I can get it back and go beat that bitch. Teach that snitch, about that south; the place where we woulda putta bullet in your mouth. Take your doe, take your cash, and let the grim reaper come and take your ass, Imma slow it down cause I'm goin to fast, Imma slow it down to fast. This the last time that I'm gonna remind you niggas, Imma cock back and put a hot dime in you niggas. That's ten shots, ten pops from a f**king glock, I wanted peace, but now my piece is clearing out the block. Knock, Knock. Who is it? Bitch, call me David Ban. The man with a plan to put your ass in some land. Bitch!!! Chorus Verse 2 (B.G.) Nigga, where I'm from, All we do is kill and hustle, If you come slippin without that pistol, you in trouble. I'd insult niggas, on a block that got they're stash took, The niggas who took it turned around and got his ass busted. I'm out here, half the time I dont sleep. How Imma sleep when I'm in the streets and I got beef. On my block it's war; we live like we in Pakistan, I got the mac in my pants, and I got crack in my hands. I give it how you want it; I take it how it come. They say you live by the gun, and you die by the gun I been a little soldier; I been a little beast. I'm even wilder, I got Soldier Slim livin through me. Chorus Verse 3 (David Banner) When I pray, I dont know what to say. Just beg to the Lord to let me see another day. A AK totter, 1st quarter, 50 through ***** Sweat on my palms, bomb ass weedwill keep me calm. Strap on my arm, the streets is feeling like Vietnam, Murdering Uncle Toms, I'm crunk like I'm Lil' John Imma wizard waving a wand, your bodies up in my palm If you kill me flex, hit the block and go take care of my moms nigga. (B.G.) My mom ashamed of me, I'm in the game now. I tell her momma dont trip, it's too late to change now. Im on the block with it, I'm in the club with it. Wherever you catch me at I'm ready to bust with it. Chorus |
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Chorus -- David Banner
I can hear it in the cold of the night, ya'll niggas wanna take ma life (oh) I been tryin ta do right, but they still wanna take ma life (oh) I can hear it in the cold fo the night, ya'll niggas wanna take ma life (oh) I been tryin ta do right, but they still wanna take ma life (oh) Verse 1 -- David Banner I can feel it in the night time I say the lord gave life, but these niggas wanna take mine I heard it through the grapevine They ain't have to feel, they'd rather see me burnin in hell, n thats the truth They'll set you up got proof, think about the 12 dicipes What one traitor did to christ, for small cheese And they'll do it to me, damn and they'll do it to you It only takes one in your crew To cock back, black, and take ya life from you To cock back, black, and take ya life from you ...Damn... Chorus Verse 2 -- David Banner Think about the slave trade, we sold our own juss to get paid And now adays its tha same thang, let ya braids hang White folks contributed, to gang bang Gain, dope slang, gain, mayn But we all some thugs The same one that you love will kill ya ass for drugs Come to the funeral with kisses and hugs For ya mom, ya sister, ya brother and all And really all they wanted was to see you fall Bestfriend dead for this nigga can ball Bestfriend dead so tha streets can ball ...Damn... Chorus x1 Verse 3 -- Sky Sometimes I tend to lose my faith Im askin god to hear ma case If you could see it through ma eyes They all wanna see me meet my dimize I feel alone to lose my mind Beggin god juss send me a sign Tryna do the best that I can Be a man and follow gods plan I been tryin to do right but niggas wanna take my life I been tryin to do right and niggas wanna take my life Chorus x1 |
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Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix Song: Ridin' David Banner: I'm from a place Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your f**kin' guts hang Right there in front of the kids I might as well split your Whig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, Man, the truth F**k a 'Creek ? I care but you in doubts ? And go "Woof" He ain't dead What pledge There's a stank up in the Busch Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come play Click the bottles Cock them AK's (YEAH!) Bust on KK's (YEAH!) With the Knuckle boy Or the Other Two And the Stic-Man Given Dead on your shirt Like a Wristband You a Grown Man Nigga, Stand tall Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (YEAH!) Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Dead Prez: Yo' Niggas is not orginal Niggas follow the radio Niggas think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know freedom is powerful Niggas is very visual If we see it, we think it's true Very few niggas make a move And even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we just get the residuals Niggas will rob and shot on You Crackas will drop a bomb on You Niggas is having funerals Crackas is having barbeques Niggas sing the blues That's reminicin' the spritual But when You say GAWD is You Niggas ain't really hearing You Crackas like to capitalize Them crackas a lie They say if You don't ?unionnize? Then You'll probably die I hate callin' niggas niggas So I'ma take it backwards I ain't got now love for whithey I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!) (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Talib Kweli: Yeah! I call myself real N-I-G-G-A 'Cause Kweli be Showin' on the floor And they policies My philosophies Show you that the block Is a part of me Freedom Fighter Like Richard Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge beef 'Cause it ran like a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself A nigga You ask me Who's got my back When the cops harass me Ya'll can label Cinncinatti Can ride the train Or with the Caddie When they call you Nigga they scared of You They fearin' You So actually If CRACK is gone Be fearing Niggas Then that's what the F**k I have to be Now It's a badge of honor And some say that Shit's upsurd It's more than just a word We flip the shit Like it's a 'bird Pass it down through Generations, then Cuss you out and say it loud The first generation Of Muthaf**kas To grab Our Nuts and Say it proud Country Niggas or City Niggas Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas In the coridor, floor or door, And all my Mississippi Niggas We connected All throughout The North, the East, the West, the South And if a Wyte boy say the shit He'll still get punched Right in the mouth (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' (Ending 2x) All they got for You Is a Cell my Nigga They want You Dead or in jail Without Rebel my Nigga In the streets It's similar to Hell My Nigga But we gonna Boss up And live well My Nigga |
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this is where the young folks are born
and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads the candy lady told me it's y'all late dem demons comin' my souls tight bodys old, let im sick of runnin you better pray one day, look you gotta choose right or wrong, you gone, young man make a move revelations drawn closer man a 3 headed beast the chosen one might not rise from the east south side ima ride till the gas gone i wish i could call jesus up on the phone like lord im still burnin from the slave trade cant reproduce 'cause our folks got aids the black folks is killin' black folks, not gays i spray the AK and pray, why were you late this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads cut my wrists in fear when do i go from here my mind's less than clear do i turn in shame from what could save do i find my knees and pray? its great, lord im sorry for my sins i prepare for the end you just let me know when its hard like a boulder this world's gettin colder but ima stand strong till you call for your soldiers this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads let the devil come and go tell em let my soul be 'cause i got the lord with me let the devil come and go tell em let my soul be 'cause i got the lord with me we were blind now we see in the end we'll be free we were blind now we see in the end we'll be free this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads this is where the young folks are born and the old people die we're just tryin to get by tell em meet me at the crossroads if your the good or the bad if you gotta choose now we gonna make it some how tell em meet me at the crossroads tell em meet me at the crossroads |
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