niggaz don't know you nigga! Yadidimean! You ain't M.O.B. nigga! You ain't no real blood, you fuckin' basketball nigga! Yadidimean! (Chorus #2 2x) I know
dreams though Don't get offended No niggaz, no bitches It's fantasy man Don't get mad 'cause you got a bad bitch Oh Boy! [Dreams of fuckin' an industry
chances My head 2 da sky My feet on da ground My fingas 2 da judge if da money don't move And I won't budge Won't budge No I won't budge no Nall [Verse
these a-list parties you fratranize Where you can't wear hats inside only slacks and ties Bu you don't never act surprised You just hold it down for your boy
loot Your Mac-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it Don't sweat it, I bet it'd make
you looking like da type White dress black tux don't dat nice Me and you honeymoon we don't need the lights Ain't Cassidy but it don't get no better
is dreams though Don't get offended No niggaz, no bitches It's fantasy man Don't get mad cuz you got a bad bitch Oh Boy! (Dreams of fuckin' an industry
Like A Bar Shot Cuz The Streets Don't Play Fair (Huh) Niggas Mad Cuz You Got More Rides Than The State Fair Terrified I Can't Lie Boy I Stay Scared So
fairy tales (La da da da) Since my heart's been crushed Just don't believe in a tiny hell Don't know which way to turn (I don't know which way) Figure
mic Its just me and you baby we dont need the lights Im like the doctor baby, I make you feel better Light skin corn rows it don't get better The
Verse 1: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops don't trip you'll be alright
a-list parties you fratranize Where you can't wear hats inside only slacks and ties Bu you don't never act surprised You just hold it down for your boy