Letras:
D B S Jay

this world, sometimes times there's nothing you can do now, until he's one don't always worry, somday you'll understand how, some thing here seems kinda funny, i guess that's

me so strange Glanced at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla

ten we comin' for your money [Chorus:] See red when I sleep Got a red lambo twenty two's on the feet Catch a red eye private jet That's me red room

go back to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B

Jay-Z: "It was all a dream") {*3X*} [Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream; I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine

That Knock Off 8 Mile Shit You Could Never Be Eminem Mother Fucker You Aint Lyrically Inclined Enough To Be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. Or Pac And In The Modern

Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay I pop champ like its my b day, force power Under my hood

out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice

pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)