| Yeah
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| Just wanted to buy mamma a new house
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| Looking out ma project windows wanting to move out
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| Dreaming, wishing consuming watching hoping
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| One of these labels could hear these raps from ma room
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| And pressures of balling just from being broke
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| See them boys on the corner here man they dealing dope
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| They kids was dope, they cars was dope they girls was dope
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| But me and mamma was broke
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| Coke bundles was tempting more fond with the pimping
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| Both of them consistent destroying destroying ma district
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| Overwhelmed by the devil taunt
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| Seen several young sell dope just to carry on
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| On the corner bragging bout perrion (check)
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| While they passing bottles
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| Hood rats with hair done they could pass for models
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| Man I’m stuck just tryna slide pass the
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| This the only life that I know (I know I know)
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| All I know (I know)
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| Even if you hustling, you struggling
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| Doing what you can just to come up with rent
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| All I know (I know)
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| Driving down memory lane
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| Causing pain
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| All ma friends are in jail or slain
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| Uh, I pray to hustler’s religion
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| Change God’s word make me feel better about living
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| Examples, saying God created dope
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| And I’m thugging on the block man
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| Cause heaven got a ghetto (in town)
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| Luxury are being free
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| Atheist block is shot he yell G.O.D
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| Hardships are pass time karma flips
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| Payback from pass crimes life’s a bitch
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| Hella last time it’s go be the last time
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| Should’ve been the last time last time
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| We go cry later but for now it’s the last time
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| On highway five with five in the pathfinder
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| Hoping we don’t get pulled over by highway
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| And they could discover a fat fine
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| Cause man what’s in the side door of this pathfinder
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| Could get a nigga twenty five in the pen
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| No half-time
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| All I know (I know)
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| Even if you hustling, you struggling
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| Doing what you can just to come up with rent
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| All I know (I know)
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| Driving down memory lane
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| Causing pain
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| All ma friends are in jail or slain
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| He couldn’t hit your bottle man when you was alive
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| But you pour liquor out on the day that he died
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| but friends like these
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| Make a nigga say why I need enemies
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| The junkies like the house and the tree
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| I am legend at night time that never sleep
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| Nocturnal, the block colonels hot fernos
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| And corporal tunnel man from counting these n’s
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| You could text a bitch all day that bible word for words
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| But can’t write should focus on the pen
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| Priorities bad morality lost these niggas is fake
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| Their reality false I’m persecuted like the son of Judas
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| What I do to do this? |
| I’m suffering for my father’s sins
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| Ma mother in heaven ma brother in the pen
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| I hope God let my father in
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| All I know (I know)
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| Even if you hustling, you struggling
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| Doing what you can just to come up with rent
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| All I know (I know)
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| Driving down memory lane
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| Causing pain
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| All ma friends are in jail or slain
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| Yeahhh!!!
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| Ohhh ohh ohhh
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| Ohhh ohh ohhh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Memory Lane , by - Mistah F.A.B.. Song from the album Son of a Pimp, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп