Letras:
Hurricane 1 Let Go Of The Dream

to do today But you've got to let go of the dream Rehabilitation seems to be For once such as I, an impossibility So I'd better let go of the dream

hoes that fucked Biggie and Pac Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brains, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on

at them fitted caps He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers n*gga He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin' n*gga Hurt

Damn If My Rims Ain't Too My Money's Light green And My jordans Light Grey And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay Let's Go! [Verse 1:]

Verse 1 *(Black C)* It's strictly this game that I'm stickin to and stayin true tryin not to do what those fakers do while I'm payin dues I'm makin moves

cheese, keep me out that mice hole I got nice hoes, I got bad bitches Yea, Daddy's rich I got their bitches ----Chorus---- hey where we from, new orleans hurricanes

knife that carves her You live the life that starves her to the bone Good dreams don't come cheap You've got to pay for them If you just dream when

, hold me, hold me! Well, I move through life like a hurricane lamp Lighting the road as I go Spreading this music, injecting the light Please let it stay, never go

that corner to this corner office is so enormous, Hey, Pres Carter, Watch him get a Monica on all day, Hey, got so many monikers but only 1 Jay they come they go