paroles de chanson Long Journey - Webbie , Lil Boosie
Ima
do
this
for
the
struggle,
all
the
niggas
tryna
take
us
to
court,
all
the
niggas
tryna
slow
us
down
All
the
rumors,
that
they
know
ain't
true
but
they
still
spread
em,
all
that
shit,
but
we
thank
God
for
everything
he
gave
us,
real
shit.
I
send
some
kisses
up
to
Heaven
for
all
my
people
who
couldn't
make
it
hold
on
we
all
gotta
go
home,
yeah.
Remember
that
late
night
in
the
studio
me,
you
and
Q[?],
remember
that
veil
at
5th
12
but
we
put
22,
We
recorded
in
a
trailer,
bats
at
night,
gotta
make
a
hit
before
I
set
that
trap
tonight,
I
wanna
thank
God
for
everything,
everything
he
done
done
it
for
this
lil
gangster
mane.
You
ain't
know
I
never
changed
around
a
million
dollars,
And
we
ain't
gotta
hang
nigga
but
we
still
partners,
money
coming
like
a
freight
train
we
smoking
good,
niggas
go
home
just
to
ride
big
thru
the
hood,
We
living
good,
Trill
Ent.
Pussy
niggas
tryna
take
us
to
court,
everytime
you
look
around
a
nigga
spending
some
dough.
But
I
wanna
thank
him
for,
the
blessings
he
gave
me,
the
30
minutes
on
stage
for
the
10
Gs
baby.
Dear
God
I
thank
you
for,
Everything
you
gave
to
us,
You
kept
them
devils
away
from
us,
And
helped
to
make
a
better
way
for
us
I
came
from
the
dirt
me,
some
rough
streets,
you
had
to
be
somethin
to
be
a
g,
Them
niggas
12,
13
going
on
23
countin
cheese
out
the
box
bandana
tied
outside
with
a
glock
and
rocks
Nigga
dropped
straight
outta
school
said
we
ain't
making
a
dime,
said
I
need
an
education
told
them
bitches
they
lying,
Told
no
way
I'd
ever
make
it
to
get
a
straight
ass
job,
hit
the
streets
no
application
I
was
already
hired
Can't
deny
there
be
some
times
that
I
was
I
could
rewind,
got
down
with
mrs.
Brown
and
kick
in
knowledge
and
completed
assignments,
Put
my
gat
by
my
side
my
self
a
lil
promise,
work,
robbing
or
rhyming
Im
coming
out
shining
I
bought
my
shell
9s,
stuck
my
shell
9s,
fucked
my
share
of
bitches,
fucked
over
a
couple
niggas
Say
God
you
my
dawg
and
I
pray
you
keep
fuckin
with
me
well
for
them
I
gotta
watch
over
a
couple
niggas
It
was
you
who
made
them
niggas
miss
when
they
shot,
it
was
you
who
told
me
to
leave
right
before
they
hit
the
block,
It
was
you
who
helped
me
feed
my
kids
when
they
needed,
it
was
you
who
helped
me
out
with
this
shit
called
diabetes.
It
was
you
on
stage
when
I
was
rocking
my
shows,
you
the
rubber
when
I
be
fucking
my
hoes
you
stayed
with
me.
I
gotta
thank
him
for
my
kids,
they
motivate
me,
and
every
hating
ass
nigga
whoever
soldier
hate
me.
Keep
on,
be
gone,
forever
have
they
head
gone,
diamonds
all
on
me
like
I'm
kinned
to
Fred
Flinstone.
Kids
see
me
in
the
streets,
they
love
Boosie,
they
say
what's
happening
Bad
Azz
and
throw
up
they
dueces.
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