Sucka, you heard what I said If you don't wanna get dead No, it ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the gorilla The mo' scrilla the more real-la, I live
B.I.G.] Uhh, I dreams filthy My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off
the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me Yeah, I wake up in the ghetto tryin' dream a couple mill
what about Jesus That's how I felt when I lost little Fred Crazy how all the good guys end up dead These need to stop all the pictures in my head Martin Luther in my dreams
I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm thugging on the scene, nigga Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya A niggas living
all I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm thugging on the scene, nigga Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya A niggas living
was like Santa we would be having a Thingsgiving dinner while ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out and if I robe for a million I just hope
ya'll was dreaming of a white Christmas I was out chillen wit my niggas out stealin trying to make a living and if I robe for a million I just hope god
She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair And discovered her invisible self There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped There's a million dreams
Tha projects is full of bullets. Tha bodies is droppin', there ain't no stoppin me. Constantly movin' while makin' millions. Witnessin' killings. Leavin dead
to keep my mind settled Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] I'm just a city guy living fly getting high Live it
dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside
name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
'm wide awoke wake up I be in a dream Livin' a nightmare go halkin' with Stephen King You work with a butcher knife be lookin' like Colver reign I run with mah dead
By the corner there's another one Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man You try to live but he's done trying Not dead but definitely dying With
give it a poke (Tokyo storm warning) Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke (Tokyo storm warning) We're only living this instant The black sand
one really knows the truth About blood on glorious shoes About a million killing hands About lonely dying friends And every night you hear them cry And in your dreams
know what to say You told me to live life to the full Cuz the next thing you know, its outta your control And your ready to fall Imma live it to the full