It's like your paradise, but it's not what it seems Ideals are not reality, they're nothing more than dreams It's like your idols that offer you freedom
scared like a monster, monster, monster Too bad Oh-oh Hollywood, it's got you jumping like you should (Too bad) It's got you bouncing off the walls It's
'ma be by like 2003 That Nigga D took it there He thought it was a joke He went through like 20 G's and thought that I was broke, stupid That's what you
sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's Mienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa And the Latin chick tranportin' in the chocha Stampedin' over, pop Mo's
fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive) It's
from me Ain't shit funny, shake it, honey Take it money, now let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it
way out That's what this is all about This is not another trilogy It's just another story, baby Hit him with it now, come on now hit him with it now
I needed a snatch bar Had the hot wire, so I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up and scooped my whole crew Two
it down, fill it up, roll it up and light it And you know it?s the bomb, soon as it get ignited Pimpin I can?t even fight it, its callin me to smoke
teeth are breaking loose crushed and splintering into your mouth Winding down, cutting through Like broken glass being chewed Your fragmented skull and shattering bones There's
the pines Tempting me with secrets To play a game with time ?Now I feel you in the walls And I know you're in the air And it's just like I can touch
sicker like, tote quicker like Na na pop shit like spit hot shit Bitches love to gossip catch me in my crop shit like I spit flame bitch fuck's my name
town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born
her bones a hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase It's only a phase, it's only a phase
a kick drum sound Like an S.O.S. Get a tow-truck Cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full But everybody's double-parked! Cell phone's dead Lost
Well if it ain't your time to go Then you'd better stay put for now 'cause everybody's gotta do their time until it's time And if it ain't broken, then
m gonna get close to you You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too Hurt you too I know you want what's on my mind I know you like what's on my mind I know it
