[Chorus: Michael Jackson "We're Almost There" sample]
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No matter how hard, the task may seem
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Don't give up our plans, don't give up our dreams
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No broken bridges, can turn us around
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Cause what we're searchin' for, will soon be found
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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Aiyo, listen here, shorty, Camay glow
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You know we both make angels when we lay in the snow
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Heat the house with the oven when the cheese got low
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Cause Toney, can't be out there pushing that blow
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You made plans and dreams, not grands of schemes
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I wanna search for the meaning of love, see what it means
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Cause we hustle so hard, cross so many bridges
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Made babies, took trips to the mall, for family pictures
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And our souls is magnetic, we the meaning of destiny
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Be that banker of trust that looks to invest in me
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Together, to get her, means for me to get you
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We back, reunite like the Wu
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See we soul mates, we melt like cookies and cream
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And I fiend for the days and the nights to sex my queen
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So no matter how hard it seems, dreams come true
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Keep Allah in our hearts, hugs and kisses, Toney Starks
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man:]
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Uh, still applying the pain
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The purple frying my brain, this woman's crying again
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She, tired of fighting, my feelings likely the same
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That's what happens when you wife 'em and they try to tighten the chain
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See, she in the right, so I put her right in her lane
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I'm all night with the pipe, I can feel her biting my chain
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She, got her own, I ain't gotta buy her a thang
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I be burning up the sheets everytime I'm lighting the game
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We, go together like, Martin and Gina, but
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She get uptight when we fight like Ike and Tina, so
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Love her or leave her alone, like I ain't need her tho
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A minute later I'm back, like I ain't mean it, yo
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We break up, just to make up, she fly without the makeup
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Together we upgrade to A plus
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So all this bickering ain't us, we bigger than that
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You normally cool when I'm digging your back, now fall back, baby
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon:]
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Shorty with the flavor like Breyer's, real sweet with your thick legs
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Look like you drink eggs, you lying
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Now you met a teflon don, stay high, Levi's on
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Wire cell frames, no games
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I'm into cashing in, getting this paper, buying up acres
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Ride around, and yo, fuck with my neighbors
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Pocket full of hundreds and weed, light the Philly cigar up
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And go dolo, riding through SoHo
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You hear the little baby in the back? That's the sound of sweet life
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A sweet wiz'll make you a sweet night
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And chill with the pawns we on, cause life is a chessboard
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You better have you sword and vest on
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Never hate your enemies, cause it effects judgment
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They only hate it if they know you getting hella cheese
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That's what it is, what it do for you
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Don't let the truth bore you, word up, don't let the roof spoil
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[Chorus]
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Our Dreams
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| Method Man |
