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my sister In my eyes he dissed her You know I wasn't havin that shit I clocked his crib and then I planned the hit He lived in the backstreets not to

Living on dreams Living on dreams Living on dreams Living on dreams Don't take it so seriously It'll never happen anyway Revolution in your living room

' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad

a real thug And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal Slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' To think of somethin', other then

That leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through That other shit, makes them other

I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye Hug my kids, tell 'em I love 'em, my mouth, hit the fried I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay Where

Sometimes I don't feel like livin It's not easy to pretend I don't know what to do [Noreaga] Why the good they gotta die so young Foul niggas live a

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect to

6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens day performing acapella, no dj 98 live