dreams A conqueror of all world like the Hebrew kings I'm David, reincarnated over again A gladiator of the universe, a soldier of men A warlord across
, straight towards a humble abode we both hate more Now that I fumbled and folded that open letter said "dead men walking don't dream" You taped yours
eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther
In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right They on my ass like a center make them take a hike [Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Its MMG baby The dream team
Uh, I dreams filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican rum and whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uh, 'cause
, keep it, keep it going from there Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me With Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead
Puffy: Some real niggas You'll never see what I've seen Puffy: When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches dead niggas ghost
't keep it real as they should Heard they don't pay good Standing around all day wishin they could But this green fufills they dreams They ain't a
Or better yet have many shots come close to the head? Shirt soaked till it's red The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead Do
Its over nigga one sandscript The heckler makes good fellas run frantic Guns i brandish make men vanish Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic Once
know, the universe and God God is the mother, the father, the friend Know ye not that ye must be born again? It's really time we separate the young men from the big men
Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead
door, motherfucker have a taste Fucking you up won't let you pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe 12 dead
to welcome me back But, it's better than not coming back at all Many a good man I saw fall And even now, every time I dream I hear the men and the monkeys
B.I.G.] Uhh, I dreams filthy My moms and pops mixed in with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed em dead off, wipe the sweat off
casket I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit The street lights where I found my strength Be with four rich men and you bound to be
best, I'm still the best, East to West Joe Kingpin, big stack, money Willie Biggs Superfly get back, your whole group is Freddie's Dead Rap style pee