| hmmmmm…, doo doooo, doo doooo, yeah…, yeah…, oooh
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| Know I love my baby, My baby loves me Layin in some heaven, need a little company
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| Let’s go into a heaven, time to get some Geto Heaven
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| Geto…
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| Searchin for a love, throughout the ghetto
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| Young girls is thick, righteousness is narrow
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| I got my third, I want the sparrow
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| Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel
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| The mother of my child, we not together
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| Baby it’s your back, I got forever
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| As the weather, talks to us Him rockin the Holy Spirit walks through us The blunted eyes of the youth search for a guide
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| A thug is a lost man in disguise
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| The rise and fall, of a nation, even when the buildings tumble
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| I still stand tall, I walk through the valley, wit a life preserver
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| Feelin at times, that I might just murder
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| Yo but that aint what I was sent for
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| I want folks to say his life it meant more
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| Than? |
| any ca, any ba ca? |
| any broad
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| He found Geto Heaven in himself and God
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| Geto Heaven…
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| Standin in some Geto Heaven
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| Geto Heaven…
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| Standin in some Geto Heaven
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| Geto…
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| Love, your happiness don’t begin wit a man
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| Strong woman, why should you depend on a man
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| I understand you want a man that’s resourceful
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| If he pay your bills, he feel like he bought you
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| Talkin to a friend, about what love is Her man didn’t love her, cuz he didn’t love his
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| Hugged her from afar, said what I felt
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| You never find a man, till you find yourself
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| Time helps mistakes, you can learn from
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| Cuz one man fucked up men you shouldn’t turn from
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| You want a certain type of guy, gotta reach a certain point too
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| At the destination, a king will annoint you
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| Goin through the storm, many bodies stay warm
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| That relationship died, for you to be born, you worth more
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| Than anything you could cop in a store
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| For you to grow he had to go so what you stoppin him for
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| Not even I could ignore bein alone it’s hard
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| Find heaven in yourself and God
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| I know I love my baby
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| My baby loves me
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| I’m layin in some heaven, need a little company, yeah
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| It’s twenty four seven, time to get some Geto Heaven
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| Time to get some Geto Heaven
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| Geto Heaven, Geto Heaven
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| It’s time to get some Geto Heaven
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| Time to get some Geto Heaven, ohhhhhh…
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| This music is so much bigger than me As far as happy, yo it’s like a trigger to me Dealin with crab rappers, and groupie broads
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| Record execs, at times it do be hard
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| But to choose words, and be heard across waters
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| Doin something you like to support daughters
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| Keepin your guys who collectin court orders
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| Conveyin messages that the ancestors brought us Thought of things to say to become the end thing for the day
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| Somehow, that didn’t seem the way for me to make it Music is a gift that is sacred
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| I hope you didn’t use it hopin you could grow to it Whether servin or a surgeon, you gon go through it Can’t imagine goin through it, without soul music
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| It’s like Donnie Hath’helped me see Lonnie’s path
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| On my behalf, let’s take whole steps to Imhotep
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| And show depth, as we make people nod
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| Find heaven in this music and God
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| Find heaven in this music and God
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| Find heaven in this music and God
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| Geto Heaven
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| Geto Heaven
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| Geto Heaven, yeah, yeah
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| Geto Heaven, my baby
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| Geto Heaven, my baby
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| Geto Heaven, my baby
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| Geto Heaven, my baby
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| Geto Heaven, my baby… |