Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my

Got my other nina, damn On the block with all my chains on On the block with all my rings on On her face Neutrogena, ay Bad bitch look Latina, ay Got my nina, damn This a fly trap nigga theme song Monster's gon' tear it up On her face Neutrogena, damn

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's

Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what deceased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti ‘fore

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from