kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams.......) some nights when I drift into dream this is the scene, I wake up a killer marine guerilla machine, with a nine
nine-five It's come alive time, I picked a fine time for getting open off life like a fine wine [Chorus] [Phonte] Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my
I'm a classic approach my level and get your ass kicked Floatin in a river wit yo body rapped in plastic I'm tryin to make a half a million triple in
What? You niggaz hardly eat What you spend on a home is a golden piece On the chest of a biz-oss, it's a must I fliz-oss My dream team wrestle for cheese
I must've had a sex dream (sex, dream, sex dream, sex dream) [Chorus x2: scratches] "Dreamin! " "Wake up! " "You can't awake me" "Some nights I wake
ain't a nigga yet smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette you say bogie but you used to say cigarette nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning [chorus
really wanna rumble wit a thug? I'm leavin Emcees flat and in a puddle of blood Gotcha all crew huddling up, get ya strategy straight It's a tragedy for
then some, dead dead dead, one by one never step to a real man 'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program they impress your little friends, bring you a
you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams.......) some nights when I drift into dream this is the scene, I wake up a killer marine guerilla machine, with a nine