Ooh, ho ho ho You're dreaming dead and felt from the sky Ooh, ho ho ho Nightmare goes on and you're wondering why After dawn the dream goes on Burning
Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like
I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me I'm rated 'R', this is a warning Boy you can't fuck with me I'm rated 'R', this is a warning
got some these p-ssies panties in a ball Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin' in God And leavin' my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross A
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
GrandMaster, Eloheim, flaming guillotine Still scheme, with the, skill of a marine To the extreme, flow like a jet stream Also collect CREAM at shows, the veteran P-R
my dreams I put her down They gimme cream Na I'm on they team Know what I mean I'm representin Realizin somthin missin I'm on a mission Want a million
, Keeps a cool composure, One time's takin those glances, Who be's your enemy on the evilest team, Racketeerin all your c.r.e.a.m., Havin your worst bad
For Rock AWAY Trick Gangsta Rap Like A hood Come through the hood with a model chick that I got from 'Ye And Rose Phantom Limitage Just a Block A
a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck, squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealin' with the P I G C O W A R D Cro magnum, meter maid fed, cinder
I'm like a panther in the dark silent when I strike the paper Like a dagger in your heart when I write I leave a mark I seen a narc before they even bark
rap-rap to tracks-tracks to wax-wax When starts toss the headphone The dead zone, mc's get done since The grittiest square root Equals a dead mother fucker
A DEAL IM ADDICTED TO TRAPEN CHORUS-A HUNDRED THOUSAND OF RED MONKEY JEANS IM SO FRESH IM SO CLEAN A HOT MANICE CAN SORCE MY TEAM IM A BROKE HOST DREAM
motions and felons in the rush for cheese Please understand my history a man of many acts Live a thug life, comin' equipped, with many gats Maybe I was just a
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti
: platinum plaques, buy a house and wit a check Had nuttin unless I imagine back Now sky's the limit niggaz can't imagine that (silkk) motherfuckers wanted crime (master p
as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake Don't try to bargain with the maniac maestro On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta show The capital E, the
