it like bitches say No MC could rock my way When I rap it's always great Wouldn't care if it was live or on a tape It's me, $hort, the one and only
Kaboom, we still mash as a team As we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, forfillin', Makin' a low outta killin' Pullin' scandalous jeans Forfillin' fantasy dreams
the people want from me It's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin' with it Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto But you don't
up looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up the rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys sign autographs or whatever the people want from me it's funny how impossible dreams
Dream Team is in the house Ladies and gentlemen The Dream Team is in the house Ladies and gentlemen in the house Ladies and gentlemen in the house Yes
't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but can't call it's name "Ain't it too bad" y'all said Ain't it too bad, such a nice
the clip and into the crowd I spray Murder murder, mo murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Shit, it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's
people No one the equal, should grab the mic, stop my sequel Purchase your ticket, I been here since Wilson Pickett Shut off your rap dream, career's over, that's
links No chains, no videos, no baguettes, uh Don't Speak, uh huh, I'm gettin Gwen Stefani Tossed up, sellin' pussy like every week So don't fight me
don't know the story Be a hero and die for the glory Do-re-mi The c.p.t.'s the plantation That's hot and Nigga straight servin' the cotton Equal opportunity
the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope There's a glow of
I prefer the dreams to the reality I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good
the respect of hip-hop Roamin' the streets in the mecca I don't suck and jive and I don't dilly-dally I keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don Valley
it's the beast in me You get the music couldn't sue me And I take more than you wanna diss try 'em all Say I broke the rhyme but it's the weak talkin
's cooled out and she's crying 'Cause it's heart-felt It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh It
the crowd, 'til it's steppin' to the A.M. What's the time? It's about that time What's the time? Time to get stupid What's the time? It's about that
't cool with you If you don't ride for me, then I won't ride for you This game ain't change me, don't let it change you Why would I change? I didn't
lose the respect Of hip-hop, roamin the streets in the mecca I don't suck and jive and I don't dilly dally I keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don