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Them partners stuck in my head
I still got dreams bout the feds
My cousin know what he said
Them niggas know how to play it
They play wit Doe then

You know I keep a big bag, I burn flags, got enemies
Got plans I lay 'em out from A to Z
Got dreams, don't care 'bout what you say to me
Got dreams

think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron

set up by my nigga
Destroyed by my nigga and almost killed by my niqqa

Want money I'm a dreamer, ey
Kill beat without the demons, ey
I'm a killer

Wake yourself from this dream
Wake yourself from this dream
Hush now, and listen
Don't you know?
There's a silent killer in all of us
I wish there was

Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]

Kenny G

Faith: A Holiday Album

1999

Time"

"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot." 

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by

my hand I'll show you that it's more than just a dream

She loving my body
Right now
She loving my body
Right now
She loving my body
Right now
She

and dreams will finally realize

Shine, Like a tidal wave at 5am
You stood right by
Like a disaster waiting to begin
Her jet black eyes
Like a killer's

The Beaches of Cheyenne

Dan Roberts

Viva la Cowboy

2003

you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

They never found her body, just her diary by the bed
It told

Last Dance

Master P

Street Life [Solar]

1998

Chorus 



(C-Murder) 

I'm waking up in cold sweats 

I just realized 

It wasn't a dream 

I shot that fool in the drive by 

another

I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream
I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight
You know it's paradise when

Disappearin' acts, strictly 9s and MACs
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How

Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene

me stories only you diary keep secret
But I'll keep it and never tell
Never set sail and leak it
I'd never fail
I'd never fail
I never fell, but it's

imma keep my distance 
Cause it seems like I can catch something
On site by just looking 
What's up
Seein’ yo face pic pudding 
I ain't dogging your

Blood on My Hands Again

Cypress Hill

Elephants on Acid

2018

All you killers, Devil's stoppin' [?]
I'm the guardian [?] on this throne
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again
Blood on my hands again

Huh
Danger
Strayer
Dream catcher
Y’all still playing catch up
May yo soul rest up
Must of heard that I’m extra
Special
I ain’t come to lecture
Only came

to see
And when I've filled up my diary
We're never growing up
Because growing up
Means giving up, oh

They say it's time to wake up
I haven't talked

Cowboy boots and turquoise jewelry 
A mouth full of lies never looked so pretty 
Now it's etched on your face like an open diary 
So, catch that

potent, you could hit a line of it
No denying it, we providing it
Beats inspired by The Man With The Iron Fists
Metal Fingers too, Dilla, Nujabes, Stoupe

heard em tellin' lies saying nothing wrong
And I'll be ready to die by the end of this song
And my sinning come alive if I done wrong
No love songs, watch

right beside me and kiss me in between lines
Once I dreamt such different dreams than this
You were on every page of my diary
And I sat I wrote

you can take my blood if you'd really like
'Cause living here just feels like a dream
All my memories are broken inside
And I could never repair

of that sweet pussy cum
Mmmm... I sorry... Apologies. My soul is torn to shreds
I'm Voldemort, and my diary is public to those in need 
Of song that's