Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Way, artist - Postmen
Date of issue: 15.02.2001
Song language: English
Long Way |
My man G-Boah, he came a long long way |
To my man Rollarock, he came a long long way |
To my self Anonymous, me came a long long way |
To the Gunmen crew, we came a long long way |
To the Amsterdam mass, they came a long long way |
To the Rotterdam mass, we came a long long way |
To the whole wide world, we came a long long way |
To the Postmen crew, we came a long long way |
To my rap niggas to come yall stay on ya toes |
Before the getting is getting yall what you really suppose |
To many lost flows floss of a old hits to often |
Who keeps getting doe who gets not gets lost men |
I know the semmi hit em with four in a row |
Feelin' revealing dealin' with you not anymore |
Rumors of war remmington talks |
Make sure you give broadcast abroad acrousse |
Feelin' lord |
Cop to keep flouding the streets |
With schemes covered beneath |
Covers to creep deep haters retreat |
Rock em to sleep |
Eye browsin' our steps |
Do it to death losing what’s kept |
Had em thinking we sinking but guess whose back |
On the streets the first to come first to bleed |
First to announce words first to burst out heat |
First to serve grieve |
First to emerge when in a worst case of beef |
First to spray on your leak |
Had his dome put to rest |
Two to the chest his flesh torn apart |
You was warn from the start taking that route |
Letting his mouth labba now he’s everywhere about |
Scattered and battered cause that’ll be what he be looking after |
All people that made you got you labeled |
Some’ll love most hate you |
Underrate your debut |
Some will praise you it’s fatal |
Go play brave you |
Yo fucking with us may God save you |
Yo for the keepin' peep in to the thought |
Got no reason to aboard sport live as it’s broads |
We’ve been in courts and we’ve served time |
In the fort they heard mine |
Murder occurred it be the word it was my first time |
I know they love to have niggas here do so |
You slipping you’ll catch a clipping |
Till they cut you down slow |
From the docks to blocks in bimre |
Brothas been through it before |
Fuck a hand me down put in work doing dirt that’s all they know |
Yo revelated I made it creative with songs |
Whether you hate it related I rate it afraid of the launch |
Meditated stay motivated paid every month |
Riding from out of my hiding I’ll be vibing surviving amongst |
Poverty philosophy on how brothas ain’t having none |
From Zion to the pyramids to concrete slums |
Niggas fight for crumbs with dues |
Then get blasted for doing wrong |
Recognize we be the highest authors doing this song |