Songtexte:
A R P Dreaming Dead

representing Via-13 got a little girl I treat like it's for me and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T. Never had a friend like him He never had a

in the air and cry for a switch Michael Stipe (R.E.M): Father, father P. Diddy: Father help us, come on Michael Stipe (R.E.M): Everybody thinks we

in the air and cry for a switch Michael Stipe (R.E.M): Father, father P. Diddy: Father help us, come on Michael Stipe (R.E.M): Everybody thinks we

that's something Fly deserve Place and time is reserved, for the P-L-A-Y-A, Mr.I-B-N stackin' ends on that paper chase Searchin' for a shooting star,

of my sleep "I see dead people," and sometimes it's me Lord I never wanted to be a Thugfather I only wanted to be a son of a father RAHH, that's how it

Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like

got some these p-ssies panties in a ball Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin' in God And leavin' my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross A

GrandMaster, Eloheim, flaming guillotine Still scheme, with the, skill of a marine To the extreme, flow like a jet stream Also collect CREAM at shows, the veteran P-R

, Keeps a cool composure, One time's takin those glances, Who be's your enemy on the evilest team, Racketeerin all your c.r.e.a.m., Havin your worst bad