| I remember playin my guitar in the projects
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| Playin in the PJ’s
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| A product of the environment
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| Pour some liquor for those who passed away
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| I told my mom I’mma get up out of da hood
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| Mama
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| My dad taught me the American dream, baby
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| You can be anything that you wanna be
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| If I did it y’all could do it
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Mama, take these guns away from here
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| Mama, I can’t shoot them anymore
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| Cease fire
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| I feel a dark cloud coming over
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| So poor, so dark
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| It feels like I’m knockin on the heaven’s door
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| To Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
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| Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| Hip-Hop
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| To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy
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| Lost boy
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| Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| Yeah
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| And to the Princess Aaliyah
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| We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| To my brother Big Pun
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| Terror Squad
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| We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| Oh Lord, Oh Lord
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| Would someone take these guns away from here
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| Take these guns from the street, Lord
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| I can’t shoot my brothers anymore
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| I seen a thug cry
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| I feel a dark cloud coming over me
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| Over me
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| It feels like
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| It feels like I’m knockin on the heaven’s door
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| So sing along street children
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| We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| And to my daddy that passed away
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| Rest in peace
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| Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| To the God, Fred Jordan, we’re
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| And put the Fugees on
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| Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| To my people doin time
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| We’re
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| Locked up
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| Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace
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| Please just chill wit the violence
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| Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
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| I’m asking y’all please chill wit the violence
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| Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
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| Whoa
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| We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| To my people in the Twin Tower
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| We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
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| We’re knock, knock, knockin on the heaven’s door
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| New York
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| New York
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| New York
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| New York
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| New York
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| Mama
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| To my people in the streets
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| I’m talkin to you now
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| Please put down your heat
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| Oh Lord
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| To my brothers that’s on the corner
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| Oh God
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| Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven’s door |