hear your screams I know I?m just chasing dead dreams 2x dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams, you can leave dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga
up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up You see us in gold
a bit much The style, wanna keep up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a
is a bit much The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a
is a bit much The style, wanna keep up, I'd advise you to speed up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare
nigga livin phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losing focus On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream
You hear the scream Sirens drag you out of your dream And though I'd like to pledge allegiance Well I'm afraid it can't be found So as they fire up their
for themselfes that's they way it's gotta be dont think twice in this false paradise one step ahead or you'll end up dead burn up burn up my city's on fire
your homies pick you up I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone game
: (feat. Mobb Deep) [Hook: 50 Cent] I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time I wake up, I look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas
, baby, bounce with me Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me We tight of the green and Hen Get in the wind Pick the chipped up flip up and call
played Wish you would've stayed In a dream she came to me Blinded by the light Put up a fight I couldn't see I would walk through fire just to be with
damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark, gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light up my way, they said he went
Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my
won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire
been a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona, where all the green of life had turned to ash. And I felt I was on fire with the things I could have told
