shouldn'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in
put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes
(feat. J. Phoenix, Nas) Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot
nigga livin phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losing focus On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream
put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen My dreams is censored, my hopes are
creep on me, cuz they kno better then to let me see him in front of me, outside the car, away from the police, I'll turn him into dreams, demons in my
grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch And the police we'll have another
a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try Police responds
bleeding Amish See the freaks sucked out the bottom dropped 3 bears and a baby in a cottage And I can't sleep now Yeah, the police'll laugh You won't
Statue of Liberty's the harlet that fornicates With the whole world causin my people to sin Deaf, dumb and blind are possessed by evil djinn Police state under pad locks and metal glocks Where the fiends dream
stores and raps Watch the crowd applaud and clap, They can't ignore this cat I'm here to fill a void in rap, Ain't no avoidin that Dream team give life
Hey yo black it's time [Nas] If you knew my streets You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police Who came home
it's time" - continues throughout song] [Nas] If you knew my streets You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police
comito(wech gros) Avec nous c'est...evite les patrouilles c'est...evite les embrouilles c'est...evite d'avoir des couilles c'est... l'esprit d'equipe c'est la dream
first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free Cock back loaded and about to explode Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I'm outta control Alpine reliant, police
way But there's crime in the streets where the children play All are equal in the eyes of God Police brutality makes law a fraud Martin Luther had a great dream