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royce da 5'9'' - the dream lyrics

[verse 1]
go ahead, laugh at me—i’m slap-happy
when i pack the “u-zay”, they call me “cool j”
cause i’m cap-happy
i don’t see the purpose of talking
the hardest n-gga walking the earth
i could just ride by em, merc em, and chalk em
put them in a he-rs- and a coffin
first of all, n-gga—y’all need to just be easy
and quit taking drugs
i turned your evisu jeans to capris easy
i bathed your bathing apes in blood
beefing with me?—you’re going to be burning in h-ll, fam
all you gotta do is sound off— give a yell and
come on out with your gown off
check your mailbox and
get a groundhog as your -permanent- mailman!
i’m from the “dirty glove” where motherf-ckers k!ll cops
f-ck standing out on them corners, n-gga, we build spots (yeah)
we flip real-estate; with the residuals from k!lling weight
if i ain’t getting cake, i ain’t feeling straight

[hook: rell, (royce da 5’9″)]

i got a heart, rock solid, money, i’m bout it
streets is the place where i got it, yeah
(n-gga i represent “rock city”)
(home of the rock solid rottweilers)
(we bout piling from the bottom to the top dollar)
and you can talk all you wanna (holla)
but when i run up (yeah)
you gon’ wish you ain’t said nothi-ing, no
(n-gga—forget that cheese)
(here to tell her, “fix that weave”?)
(please, you f-cking with a street n-gga)

[verse 2]
go ahead, mug at me—i’m thug happy
keep his head cool ‘fore i put lead through a tool to skullcap (hah!)
we don’t be screaming no colors or popping our fingers (naw)
we toured like “ring-a-ling” brothers, we shopped in sardinia
spent a lot on our daughters, we see you on them sea-doos
that ain’t what we do (uh-uh), we put the yacht on the water
now let’s bet triple
while you in that “best western” (where you at?)
we in the snorkeling next to that “s.s. nickel” (hoo!)
so put your money where your mouth at (uh-huh)
the stakes is high, and i ain’t talking bout from outback!
you wait till you high to doubt that
and while you n-ggas ratting
them triggers is clacking it starting to sound just like a mouse trap
i got the “mark cuban” lit
looking at y’all millionaire n-ggas ball like, “y’all ain’t doing sh-t.” (haha!)
that’s why i’m famous, spitting that flame
and money is the root of all -other- evil, that’s why i’m dangerous!

[hook]

[verse 3]
now you could
say that i am the way that i am
cause basically, it’s safe to say that that’s the way that i am
it’s unsafe to try to see if i would spray the way that i am
if you was trying to see if i’m what i say that i am
the disappointment is in the bullet
the miscommunication is in the mind-frame
it’s basically a con game
just play your cards right cause you don’t know who’s bluffing
alls you know is “those who don’t gamble lose nothing”!
n0body’s perfect, where it’s “k!ll or be k!lled”
everybody’s chasing that cash; n0body’s worth it
any n-gga with money ain’t trying to beef, cause
ain’t no money in war, sh-t just ain’t funny no more
you got dudes snitching and sh-t, b-tching and sh-t
guess they -ssume that i got crews in the kitchen and sh-t
just cause my jewels glisten and sh-t
they probably would like me if they heard me
but n-ggas just refuse to listen to sh-t

[hook (repeat x2)]

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