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Boston Cryin

would you like to dance 'Cause my heart is cryin' What it would mean to me It's like make-believe And my heart is cryin', cryin' Can't you see my heartis cryin

son I met a lot of great men for many years to come I'm gettin' money on my block all night Runnin' with a bunch of niggaz born to fight, Nigga! Boston

on the trains She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again South station in boston to the

My dusty feet have kicked the stones Between a thousand railroad ties From Boston down to New Orleans I left the girls a-cryin' But I've still got some

you start sleepin catchin you off guard The very thing, is a 'Bury thing Either everything is workin, or you workin for everything [Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] "Boston

Boston the coffee's hot the corn is high And that same sun that warms your heart will suck that good earth dry With everything its opposite enough to keep you cryin

ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees Sitting in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee This perfect moment will soon be leaving me Suzanne calls from Boston