those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease
the squad car, Sirens on the street, I hear music from the neon-lighted doorway; Sweet comfort in the cottage, There's a pillow for my head, With foggy dreams
easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
blood for my dog [Layzie:] I never did have no love for the system man Them laws ain't built to protect me I'm just a nigga tryin ta live the american dream
back) My bitches strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y'all) This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street
[Verse 1:] We be back street dipping, stacking, flipping Money coming clean and these laws still tripping I'm a certified street cat cash flow holder
Hand cock stuck in the seat, I'm a ladies dream Since days of the teens, servin the fiends was all that I've seen The american dream, but life ain't no
motherfucking head or something Yo Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere From New Jerz straight talk, america
shed blood for my dog [Layzie:] I never did have no love for the system man Them laws ain't built to protect me I'm just a nigga tryin ta live the american dream
is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
'em pecked, fleein' for breath Muscle humble in the jungle, and catchin' trouble with death Dogs and cats, monkey wrenches, gats and rats Code of the street