that i can't be Oh don't make me stay I won't fool myself no way no way Oh i better stay alone And find my way back home But somehow I found i was so
so long I've been looking for freedom, still the search goes on I've been looking for freedom, since I left my home town I've been looking for freedom, still
, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a waving flag And then it goes back and then it goes back And then it goes back, aho, aho, aho
Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone Things done changed, but we continue to reign as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I. Frank White still
even come around Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Westside, bang motherfucker bang Me and Jeezy on the back street Choppers in the back
push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black is kinda like being born
High rollin', back breakin' plot diggers The ill niggas, Comanche style Blood letting weapons of death Stop your breath, if you trip on the click A hot thump to your chest and your back
get from there to here But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run And they hate me more now than they ever did before My homies came back from pen
right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems I gather no moss like a rolling stone Case the Grim Reaper visits my home
Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows
them apple bottom jeans Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name Girl I'm Twista, I could blow your brains Put you in a chameleon, O-four range Still
upon the sand You're still looking out your window for another travelin' man. Born, born, born upon the world the restless heart keeps flying, Trying to become the heart of home
upon the sand You're still looking out your window For another traveling man Born, born, born upon the world The restless heart keeps flying Trying to become the heart of home
table, no, fuckin', doubt It's time to manifest this, shit we the flyest nigga Bring it to a whole, y'know? Gangsta nigga} Niggaz better watch ya back
Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know we still run this bitch Just
from Cleveland is the city where we come from We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A. Livin' and lastin' Blast away, fuck scrapping We're still from
This is for everyone back in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is for the shorty's/ It's because even when I had no change, still the
