bitch Came off Atlanta sick I remember Seen the police then I sprint I done been around the world, prolly 3 times I'm still in the hood, on the Eastside [Bridge - The-Dream
Rest in peace, my nigga Say what? I'ma hustler I'ma con me some work an' I'ma doublea Hit the block real hard an' I'ma sew it up Police push up 'cause
on some of our homeboys jail release dates I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be
consumed each breath Shot twice wit her hands up Police questioned but shot before she answered One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his Scandalous the police
don't to that dough And if your man get ?Lost? like the TV shows, get at 'em She came through, I gave Chris her friend Even Dream know my ?Shawty a 10
think of a girl, I never had When I think of you, Baton Rouge I think of a back seat in a car Windows are foggy and so are we As the police asked for
, turn it off Things changed back in '75 We were all growing up on the in and the outside We got in trouble with the police man We got busted getting
ain't up on this And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some ones that's clean and a shirt with a team It seems we living the American dream
got money to blow Hundreds I throw Still mr. money aint a thing hurt ya feelings if I told you what im getting paid Man a nigga used to dream of them
was at Howard and Dreams of doin' scenes with Terrence Howard and Broadway plays and dancin' with Alv and them The ones that make it always ain't the talented Some dreams
her Punk yooz a gona Heard you was on a Stick up mission triple beam in da kitchen Never shot nobody but I'm damn sho' itchin' to blast you Cuz in your dream
is what I see in the nighttime Strange and deranged, I ain't in my right mind I can't relate, I'm stuck in a dream state A psychopath, and Diddley Dog
brand-new car in my brand-new driveway I always keep the top down on the highway Too Short, baby, known everywhere Had a life-long dream to be a player
hit the stick, leaves my residence Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?" A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream of
, accelerate on yo vehicle, run down yo vehicle, even if they have to gun down yo vehicle, nigga, up in these high-speedaz, police they be the Rosco
pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flipping thoughts I never really dreamed
pointing guns At anything that moves Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot My twitching muscles tease my flippent thoughts I never really dreamed
Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul