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I remember playin my guitar in the projects
Playin in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood
Mama
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door

To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Hip-Hop
To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy
Lost boy
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Yeah
And to the Princess Aaliyah
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my brother Big Pun
Terror Squad
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Would someone take these guns away from here
Take these guns from the street, Lord
I can't shoot my brothers anymore
I seen a thug cry
I feel a dark cloud coming over me
Over me
It feels like
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
So sing along street children

We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
And to my daddy that passed away
Rest in peace
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To the God, Fred Jordan, we're
And put the Fugees on
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my people doin time
We're
Locked up
Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door

Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace
Please just chill wit the violence
Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence
I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence
Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence
Whoa
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
To my people in the Twin Tower
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
And to my soldiers in the Pentagon
We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door
New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
Mama
To my people in the streets
I'm talkin to you now
Please put down your heat
Oh Lord
To my brothers that's on the corner
Oh God
Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door
I remember playin my guitar in the projects  Playin in the PJ's   A product of the environment  Pour some liquor for those who passed away   I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood  Mama  My dad taught me the American dream, baby  You can be anything that you wanna be  If I did it y'all could do it  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah    Mama, take these guns away from here  Mama, I can't shoot them anymore  Cease fire  I feel a dark cloud coming over  So poor, so dark  It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door    To Biggie Smalls and Tupac  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  Hip-Hop  To Freaky Tah and Big Heavy  Lost boy  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  Yeah  And to the Princess Aaliyah  We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  To my brother Big Pun   Terror Squad  We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  Oh Lord, Oh Lord    Would someone take these guns away from here  Take these guns from the street, Lord  I can't shoot my brothers anymore  I seen a thug cry  I feel a dark cloud coming over me  Over me  It feels like   It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door  So sing along street children    We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  And to my daddy that passed away  Rest in peace  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  To the God, Fred Jordan, we're  And put the Fugees on  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  To my people doin time  We're   Locked up  Knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door    Crypts and Bloods, Latin peace  Please just chill wit the violence  Though even though I know that the bad boy move in silence  I'm asking y'all please chill wit the violence  Said even though I know that the gangsters move in silence  Whoa  We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  To my people in the Twin Tower  We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  And to my soldiers in the Pentagon  We're knock, knock, knockin on the heaven's door  New York  New York  New York  New York  New York  Mama  To my people in the streets  I'm talkin to you now  Please put down your heat  Oh Lord  To my brothers that's on the corner  Oh God  Ay get out quick or you too will be knockin on heaven's door