Buchanan - fiddle Reinol Andino - conga Tell all the people that you see, Follow me, Follow me down, Tell all the people that you see, Set them free
free Tell all the people that you see It's just me, follow me down Tell all the people that you see Follow me, follow me down Tell all the people that
them free Tell all the people that you see It's just me Follow me down Tell all the people that you see Follow me Follow me down Tell all the people
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open doors to hurtin people like me People like me (4x) I guess I told you about myself to a degree just by telling you about people like me but people
Ive Never Had Love For The Feds But Ive Always Had Love For My Slum Im Addicted To These Streets Like A Mum Is To Her Kids So all my people In The Slum
or she, inside you So while you be yappin' and talkin to your friends Beefin 'bout that yellow chicken, the green benz I'll be havin' all your people
Oh shit, the shooter's comin' Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin People shot all over the floor And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door Thats the
mosh through the marsh Take us right through the doors (c'mon) All the people up top on the side and the middle Come together lets all bomb and swamp
Just smile back... (Verse 3) Sixty thousand people All jumpin' out their seat The curtain closes They throwin' roses at my feet I take a bow And thank you all
Reflects the thinking of the founding fathers That this was to be a nation by white people, and for white people Native Americans, Blacks, and all other non White people
heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And my people say Chorus 4X
you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight Come on Game you will never be my equal! Your homies shoot, doors my niggas shoot people! See me I'm what
