it's still a dream... I see a face in the mirror At the end of the dream, The face in the mirror is me 'Cause all of the damned Will be wearing the crown
my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy." [Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
my shoulders I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'
that's ALL THEY SAW! [The Game] Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin, no,
a dream and a cross A cross that I didn't see until I was nailed to it for believin' at all That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it I mean I knew
slowly started to wake up Too damn late, my ass on the line Prepering for another manic day Had a date downtown, blew it by an hour A punch in my
**a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though
I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black
what a freaky bitch First you argued, then I fight it, til you lick me where I like it Got a nigga all excited, it don't matter just don't bite it
done What about all the peace That you pledge your only son? What about flowering fields? Is there a time? What about all the dreams That you
we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream After
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our love if that's all it takes for you to be
lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with
weather its sun snow sleet or it's rain, see fiends got a habit, it hurts so they feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, I
you like... "WHATTA FUCK IS GOIN' ON HEEERE? " And you thinkin' it: This is a DREAM! Right? Close your eyes, all right? This s'pposed to be a imagine.
stayed the same while everything around me changed My old ponta?s locked up fuckin? wit them thangs It?s not a game, really it?s a damn shame ?Cause
This Callin It Quits So I Can't Give A Damn About These Hotel Chicks Comming At Me Like A Linebacker Blitz And That Don't Me Shit But Keep A Close