find some dreams before they're all you can see" This old man Who doesn't know the man That he came to be And all I've learned from dreaming Is what you dream
is all a stage every line is an act Killing the American dream with a trap Like a axe, I'm a put it in a sack I'm a put it in the back of the black cadilliac
off Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y'all's Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all Roger that, scholars back, solid black
: (feat. The-Dream) [Fabolous:] Girl you know what it is [The-Dream:] ATL Just throw it in the bag (radio killer) Wass up fabo [Verse 1: The-Dream]
get off on me, I'm never the exit All black everything in my black V It ain't a game and if it was, it'd be a black Wii I'm on my ?A? game, never on that
luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin As a kid I ain't relate really, I was sayin dreams
man. West coast don. You know me. HA! AW shit! You know what I'm bout to do this shit. Body this shit! Yeah, Blackwall Street niggas, the black Jim Hoffa
a fiend my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass nigga wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a nigga cross him out
me, look at your grandson now 'Til my demis, Black Mafia ties So it's hard to let the larcent die, my {?} treys A killer changin the game like them Marcy
[Verse 9: Jadakiss and Styles P] One blood, we used to the spillin' Came from the hood so we used to the killin' Used to the black males, makin' cracksales
me leaking through your stereo Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial I kill niggaz without lettin the Desert blow Razor tongue and I'm far from Haitian son All black
that is where I sleep, now give me my key! [N.O.R.E.] New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet We will black wall street by the swapmeet
quick [Verse 9: Jadakiss and Styles P] One blood, we used to the spillin' Came from the hood so we used to the killin' Used to the black males, makin
s dead Kill them softly like Lauren Hill Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a n-gga in a foreign wheel We all born to die, some of us born to kill If that
everyday a dying dream. Life TO KILL. Slowly the day will drown. Walking alone, forever we die, time is not. Here not near the beginning, walking alone broken dreams
pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own a fly casino like
: Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne [Verse One:] Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the
Carl Thomas] Who you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by