Lyrics:
your dreams?
Good Dreams or nightmares Tell me why you cry dear
When I walk I scare so who in hell should I fear
The devil’s runnin’ from me with his
shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
I'm wit my niggas ridin' round
Tryna catch ya niggas lackin'
Leave ya body on the ground
Momma told me
whack give a Dogg a Pound
Glass of champagne, mix some hydro with brown
Lyrical outlaw, write my rhymes southpaw
Poppin' shit, niggaz get punched in
Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
Intro:
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat.
Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop
forward hop back. Hop, hop hop.
Verse 1:
The second somebody
Cut it up. C'mon c'monnnnnnnnnnn. Roscoeeeee
Shawty I'm a baller, a big shot caller.
If I give em 10 digits best believe I'm gon call her.
Shots
sitting on your shoulder
As you've grown colder
All of these years, yelling in your ear
But you wouldn't hear
You had another plan, too big for little me
I can keep tha dance floor warm like a heater
Give up a spot and chance poor form like a teacher
But if you ever think I'll a come up out tha blocks
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
Uh, big man on campus, ooff
My big brother, was good brother?
Used to be me and you, brother
How you doing brother?
How's your family, and your
If I drop another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
and boney
Mix up the watch wit a rolly
One day imma ball like I’m Kobe
Shoot like Ginobili
Yea they gone pay what they owe me
Yea they gone pay me what
Pippen
My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
Leon Spinks with afro
Audi, man, that shit nice (shit nice)
Two joints hangin' out the balcony
If another bitch give me The Alchemy
Tell me this her favorite book, what I'm
not the way it’s always been.
Which brings me to another misconception: scarcity.
Let’s get cosmic for a minute.There is a star in the constellation
light your way
Just don't give up, as we stand another day to fight
Many more dead in the protest
Red liquid filling up the street from the bloodshed
big moves and I won't stop until they notice
Coz I came to win I just won't lose so if you against me you should know this
I give it my all yeah
is what we we've come to know as the curse of man
Big God at the tip top had another plan
Add the Son of Man in the mix and you get another end
Guess you were wrong all along
But you had your chance
I don't care anymore
No, I don't need your drama
Oh, don't you even try me
Come and get your karma
remind me of my mother
We drive one another crazy as each other
And we're both adults, so there's no excuse
For the games that we play with each other
escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
plans)
Another, won't give him chance run into know ya(Know ya)
Wanna to go? ask me? stupid asshole uh(Uh)
Don't be afraid, 'cause told me to be
rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges
I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up
You what? Thirty, forty
of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin colleges
I spit empty gravesites, rap stars fill 'em up
You
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