hear your screams I know I?m just chasing dead dreams 2x dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams, you can leave dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams
the paper it grew, caused mo' up's than blue 36 to 52, now I'm Gucci to the shoe And who new, I prescribe more narcotics than mayors Wanted dead or alive
I'm so old school I'm already on fire, and you gon add to the fuel All the bitches drool, when I'm pulling up The Cadillac truck, roof popped up sitting
The real hell is your life gone wrong and sleep without dreams The real hell is your life gone wrong and sleep without dreams I am desiring his throne made up of fire
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
for themselfes that's they way it's gotta be dont think twice in this false paradise one step ahead or you'll end up dead burn up burn up my city's on fire
m all highed up, make sure your shoes is tied up When the Raw and the Army size up We tear this whole country side up This corrupt way of livin, take
watch your homies pick you up I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone
(feat. Mobb Deep) [Hook: 50 Cent] I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time I wake up, I look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas
me, baby, bounce with me Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me We tight of the green and Hen Get in the wind Pick the chipped up flip up and
gives us a dream A big problem we've got - can we dream or not?! His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a
us a dream A big problem we've got - can we dream or not?! His stupid snout and arms like a buffalo His carrion will fill up empty spaces in a battle
in our dreams You can bottle up our voice Sealed and labeled with a made up choice Sell it on an on until we bleed Feed the fire Until there?s nothing
broken open sign a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver a squatter
get together y'all, word up That's how we gon' bring it to you We gon' go all around the world get this money, and do what we got to do Word up, my man
had just lost your baby I never met a man, so hate free Lately, I've been drunk as fuck I open up a cold beer, as soon as I wake up I live in Screwston
Resistance is passion for a vision gone dead And these Songs are knowledge that it?s never too late To stand up for your dreams and struggle to be free With the fire
