(feat. Mr. Probz)
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[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
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Ya mean? (my niggaz, uh)
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Uh, talk to 'em
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[DJ On Point - talking over Intro/Chorus]
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(This shit right here is called Long Way To Go)
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Featuring Mr. Probz
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Shout out to Soulsearchin' on the beat
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[Chorus - Mr. Probz - w/ ad libs]
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Feet are tired and the pain shows
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It's such a long way to go now, such a long way to go
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Gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road
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My soul's so cold, weak in all my bones
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But I gotta work hard just to reach my goals
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Such a long way to go, so many miles left but I'm here now, yeah
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(DJ On Point)
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[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
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Yo, yo, please Lord somethin gotta give (dog)
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They say for every negative, there's a positive (dog)
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But I ain't positive, for every buck deposited (dog)
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We still in the hood, livin like hostages and never mind colleges
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School of Hard Knocks scholarship, dealin with politics
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I would just sell success in the store, if I could bottle it
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But, I ain't a millionaire, won't see me in Forbes son
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Life is like a (Beach Chair), when you can afford one (oh!)
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Ruger loaded, just in case the war come
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Might as well, everything is comin to the forefront
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Need a clear head just to think
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And fuck a (Drink N My 2 Step) nigga, I'm two steps from a drink
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The pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds
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No matter how high up the mountain, I stay climbin
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Freedom I keep chancin (oh)
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So if I fall like Beyonce, I just get back up and keep dancin
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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(Yo Mouse, talk to 'em)
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[Break - Joe Budden]
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Never been a goal that I couldn't reach (uh)
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Never been a lesson I couldn't teach
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I done been through the World and back
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Fuck school, I got all the facts
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All I do is stand tall (stand tall)
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When they got my back against the wall
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When it's game time, all we do is ball
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My niggaz'll be here in one call (one call), one call (one call)
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When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone
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Ain't gotta go through nothin alone
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When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone
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Ain't gotta walk through this World alone, if I'm on my own
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[Break 2 - Mr. Probz]
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Keep on standin on my own two feet
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Everytime that I cry, when I sweat, when I bleeeeed
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See nothin can stop me, no nothin except meeeee
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
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Uh, let me talk to 'em real quick, la-look, look
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I'm chasin after pies With bags under my eyes
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You lookin at my representative mask, it's a disguise
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And I don't do things like I used to
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The past is the past (but I'm), I'm presently thinkin about the future
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Certain niggaz bettin I fall
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I'm speed joggin through the quicksand, I'm jugglin three medicine balls
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See I'm comin up, used20to share a room with two cellmates
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Now I tower over the Devil but this ain't "Hell Date"
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Long way to go, I see my feet gettin blisters
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I dare 'em talk to me like Mike Richards
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Or play Don Imus and think it's cool to disrespect our sisters
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I guess we got a while 'fore they actually get the picture
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I think about Virginia Tech, think about Katrina
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Niggaz that caught Sean Bell slippin with the nina
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A day before the wedding, safety off the weapon
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Though all these things play in my head, I keep steppin (oh!)
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[Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
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[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
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That On Top Music!
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Naw mean?
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Uh, a uh, uh, Joey
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Team Jump Off
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Oh, uh, you in that?
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Yes!
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[DJ On Point - talking over Outro]
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Shout out to mixtrap.com
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My nigga Burr, Roundtable Management
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Can't forget my nigga LRM, follow the future
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I'm Serious (Long Way To Go)
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| Joe Budden |
