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Artist: Mr. Cheeks f/ Stephen Marley
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Album: John P. Kelly
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Song: Till We Meet Again
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Typed by: [email protected] *
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* send corrections to the typist
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(Mr. Cheeks)
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Aiyo my first thoughts was stop when my man left
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I started drinkin more thinkin of my mans death
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then I thought he wouldn't want to see me crumble
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when he handed me the ball I promised I won't fumble
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and I wont, stood on the field implore the real
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these player haters hate so much now they resolve to kill
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got your pictures it aint the same without the laugh
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I pour liquor in the grass think about the past
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if there was no one I could speak with I could speak with you
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you knew all I was into what ive been through
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they couldn't fuck with us kid we was off da chain
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blew the spot up when we came and got inside the game
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from street cats we brought it to the main stream
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it was an honor playin with you on the same team
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ya namely a very great deal to me
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its only right I step it up you kept it real with me
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(chorus-Stephen Marley)
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and when that day comes were gonna be like every children
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and when that day comes everyone is gonna enjoy themselves
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(Mr. Cheeks)
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aiyo im thinkin yous about to come through at any minute
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bless your nigga on the track, put some flavor in it
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just a thought, im knowin that your not around
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cant forget how we did it in and out of town
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held it down, maintained, still inside the game
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listen ever since you left it hasn't been the same
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niggaz change, fam lookin at me strange
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was goin on with cheeks peeps hating different things
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no doubt im hearing everything they say
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he don't live around they way, why should I stay?
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I play the hook but don't stay understand that
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bein on the block aint bringin my man back
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those who know me know me
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straight love they show me, they can't hold me in the game
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Aiyo wassup with oby, maintain
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in talkin to my lost souls see you when I get there meet you at the crossroads
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(chorus)
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and when that day comes is when I get a chance to tell you I love you
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and when that day comes we gonna be yea yea yea yea
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(Mr. Cheeks)
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what went wrong all I know is that my mans one that made my mens strong
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on my own two I stand on
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right along I think about how we were like the bomb
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right before we perform let me write a song,
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how you used to do, represents all you knew
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Aiyo taliek 21 gun salute for you
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on top of losing you I lost you in the worst way
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now that's some shit them niggaz killed you on my birthday
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open presents nah said my nigga tai dead
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celebrating birthdays with that shit in my head
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think about the time when we would chill,
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up in 1 and 2 in back in Richmond Hill
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yeah that shit was real, us young niggaz growin up
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whoever thought we would start bubbling and blowin up
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but we did, survived it all I wish you did,
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I could speak for all the boyz we miss you kid
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Chorus till end...
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till we meet again
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mr.cheeks |