the right to give out the rights? and to intrude upon My Dreams and sell out my eyes, You can't take My Dreams You can't take My Dreams You can't take
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fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my
hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a million bucks, ayy If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my
the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground
the floor You shorties never thought I dreamed about rapping hardcore No I ain't got a gun No I never really been in a club Still live with my parents
I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street' So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream And they ain
they couldn't catch us Gat still tucked, in my waist by my price time 'Cuz my chain hang so low my charm bang wit my pipe line Walk around, all day
don't come to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my
, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies know who we are And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub Shotgun in this man car Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club
T.V. rest For my top draft picks I cop the new G S Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team 'Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed
terrific I just seen one of my boys get ticked off and put one of his hands his ? lifted up in the air and somebody carry him into the club I know they
but my body keeps telling me to take it easy so I sit here watching a DVD logo bounce around the TV my life ended ages ago, now it's all a dream sitting
it, What the f*ck you got a gun, For if you won't blast it, Yo gotti nigga, mister, mister A.R 15 ..., Mister, mister turn your good day into a bad dream
Pack my bags, headed for grey hound and it was a Monday Time to start my mission, I felt that burning feeling in my soul I had to listen I had this reoccurring dream
' now? Up in the club my thugs, better let em out.. Battle Axe rocks the set. Son, Check it out! We don't stop rockin', neck poppin', We got the club
my song, 'cause [Chorus x2: Killah Priest (singer)] My life, money, girls and material things In my life, it means alot to a player when he's chasing his dream My
Miami the ghettos (Dade County) Every hood and the projects And when I drop off my singles I'm dropping one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins,
