of luck And all the people at the time who said they were my friends They didn't know, when my job come to an end They came up to my face, as happy as
who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities
' for all of those who ain't got it We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, here Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin' new, we starvin' for it My little
it takes strippin', workin' out on the block Up on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair
me tap into your energy, fields of dreams become my property When I reach my destiny like a prophecy, especially when I 'm (Bringing back sweet memories) I got deep into my
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas so they say that I'm
back yard My mind states intense Savage penetration on the rocks with a twist Now scream and shake your fists Cause dreams are made of this [Thirdrail
yard my mind states intense savage penetration on the rocks with a twist now scream and shake your fists cause dreams are made of this [Thirdrail
get it in heaps Try to give it back he be like - nah that's yours to keep So poetic baby girl you make it hard to speak My dream lover make it hard to
my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in 'Rap Page' But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat
shields of david on top of they post Soft wind blows, breath through my silk blue robe After I feast, fall asleep between my seven pillows Feel my eyes
make it on their own Moanin' for my peoplez starving all over the world Moanin' for my people those they light fire-war Moanin' for my peoplez who are
classic massacre I'll make it hotter than when Shaft in Africa Jump outta a black Porshe huffin' a fat cigar Night ridin' on 'em like my last name Hasselhoff Voted unlikely to succeed 'cause my
the odds was against me so I?m rolling through this bitch with my palms on the semi My dad died when I was young so my mom would defend me My sister
kid Yes I've created a realistic mirage in my garage That one day chubb will be large Not large in the sense that I'll be immense But my financial status and my
girl I need down with my team Black coffee, no sugar, no cream It's just the way I like it B-3 Black coffee, the African queen Part of ? Afro-American dream
no sugar, no cream That's the kind of girl I need down with my team Black coffee, no sugar, no cream That's the kind of girl I need down with my team
I couldn't play ball So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack Used to love graffiti, so I made it my