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Sick Of It All Don T Follow

Don't follow, don't follow Follow your instinct, follow what's right Don't fall for fashion, don't fall for hype Follow your viscera, follow your soul Don

that shine to sell) We like Puff nigga, we don't need shine to sell (get that) if you ain't after the do', (back-back back-back) This for my folk (all

it down, hold it down It don't get no realer than this Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my motherf**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold

it down, hold it down It don't get no realer than this Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my motherf**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold

pushed and pulled in all directions illuminate your imperfections and all I really know right now is I got no map to follow and I can't see into tomorrow I don't

it down It's always off the chain man when I'm around I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow

this hand on your silver end Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose I can stay

condone rebel zone planting I alone stand in a social coma All up to your dome, follow I alone "Now you see me, now you don't" [Method Man] [Scratches

Oh they don't know me at all. I don't change my mind for anybody. I won't waste my time on just anybody. I won't share my life... With anyone but you It