wrong Never going back where I've gone Walk On Walk On Walk On Walk On Hey alright, we're not gonna turn back now Walk On Walk On Just Walk On
Right from wrong? Never going back where I?ve gone Walk on, walk on Walk on, yeah, yeah Walk on, yeah, yeah Walk on, yeah, yeah, yeah Walk on, just walk on
one more line, one more rhyme like Peruvian Fine I can keep you down, and get you high You like to blow? like Boston George you want some more, for you
really hope so Well, here it is... Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on
No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland Oh baby come on out to the sea Come on take a walk down sunset with me Oh we gonna get drunk, find us some
the socket We'll mediate on His law but wont exhuast it God'll take our hearts and carve it like Boston Market [Chorus] [The Ambassador] Sin kills like arsenic, God is pure But some
a teen, cause like a teen my pants always saggin and I walk with a bop The {?} part of my time, I walked from my pop No longer on timey and was never on
to get back Home To the city streets where I come from To the Dirty Water of Boston, USA It's 3 AM and I'm still not done I could walk these streets
and by the way, howed I look on the VMAs? When you was watchin me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin me from in Boston The mean streets of Boston
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
to L.A., and you niggaz best to fear this [x2] [Lil' Dap] Aiyyo spark up the mic, little shorty on some wild shit I'll pull your file, walk down the
So please keep talking so we could spread your feet Have you on your boulevard C walking The birds keep hawking Why? Cause im hurtin every CD I?m walking from DC to Boston
gone Turned on some music to start my day I lost myself in a familiar song I closed my eyes and I slipped away It's more than a feeling (More than
Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad
daughter on the John Deer with pride Conservative blue bloods, intelligent minds With them girls next door, they put me under a spell I'm on top of the
B.K not at all 4 pound leave ya face on the wall R.I.P in memory of Never show thy enemies love We get it on where we live Better have a pass when you
