| Yo, I remember Xtra P told Q-Tip don’t say the year
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| But I’ma say the year (ohhhhh)
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| The year is 2012
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| And the reason I’ma say the year cause we lost somebody very special to me
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| Very special to hip-hop, Chris Lighty
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| We love you forever man, c’mon
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| Ohh, where I’m from it goes down every day
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| Ohh, but still I dream that there’s a better way
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| Lord, e’rybody got a problem, make a couple dollars
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| Gotta spend that on a bottle, yeah
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| Ohh, so you can drown all your troubles away
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| Ohh, or you can be what you’re destined to be
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| As long as I’m breathin
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| I’ma keep on livin for the dream I believe in
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| Forever dreamin
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| Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Whether crack wars or rap tours, we walkin them dogs with the track jaws
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| Attack frauds, get tossed in the morgue when I blast off
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| Past forward, my criminal task force
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| Last cat and wish him and my path cross it’s bat-tle
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| Talkin bad off, I mean really really bad off
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| Let’s just say next time you see him you gon' take your hat off
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| Look America, it’s Saigon from the Abandoned
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| I’m probabaly one of Harriet Tubman’s great-great-great-great-grandkids
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| What the fuck I care about John Paul or Sir Francis?
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| That’s two original men as they dances around the answers
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| If we a micro in the macro of crackers, the Earth cancers
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| is willin to go against nature and suffer the circumstances
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| I got the intel of a nigga that studies stem cells
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| Shit’ll get ugly in Hell, it’s no way it can end well
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| Police got a nigga barred from my own hood
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| Sometimes I think I’m too smart for my own good
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| Uh, it’s real
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| I got a migraine, head throbbin, feelin pain
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| Present outlook on life, is that there’s nothin else to gain
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| The old-timers scold the gold miners, see I suppose
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| He tellin all he knows once the wild Irish rose
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| Flows form in my brain, heavy verses purgatory in vain
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| Three on the rock, three on parole, it’s insane
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| While workers is gettin greedier and greedier
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| Caught my partner Black in his back, now he suffer from paraplegia
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| Nothin gettin easier, cousin playin the game of crime
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| I aim the 9, emphasizin, see my frame of mind
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| Sniffin cocaine, I got a rhyme for every grain
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| Tryin to maintain, simply tryin to stay in my lane
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| See money comes money goes like a runny nose
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| But when you blow it, goin to your honeys and foes
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| I never thought I could be happier in bummier clothes
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| Well looky here yo, what do ya know?
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| I got a daughter in California I hardly see
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| Even 3,000 miles away she’s a part of me
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| For her I’ll spill every bit of blood in my arteries
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| I’ll kill a nigga, whether he thug or he R&B
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| And to Milan, I’m tryin to strengthen the bond with your moms
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| Even when she buggin, I keep calm
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| Even if I needed niggaz to write for me
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| They couldn’t cause they wouldn’t believe in my life story
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| Uh-uh
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| Beautiful music!
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| I’d like to say somethin real quick
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| I wanna say rest in peace, to one of my close friends
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| My former manager, Chris Lighty
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| Did a lot for the sport, a lot for the game; |
| I salute you
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| Y’know God always takes the ones he wants close to him
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| You know? |
| We love you forever
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| Hip-Hop love you forever
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| Saigon, Canei, swervin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forever Dreamin' , by - Saigon. Song from the album The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2 Bread and Circuses, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп