i spend my days dreamin, i spend my nights plottin, i won't be forgotten, the bad boy's gone rotten

about to spoil, even though i stay loyal, i been so damn broke i smoke weed from tin foil

can't afford a pipe, now you tell me what it's like, that's why i walk around at night strapped out of sight

ready to pounce, let the ball bounce ????? it's my fuckin life and you can say what you want to say

they ask me why i bust raps, its either that or i jack and you can trust that

you'd rather see me in the studio, than me at your house and see your jewelry go

?? make the beat tight we used to be broke but now we toke on the peace pipe

seldom seen, its still about the green but its time to turn my dream into the real thing

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you make our dreams come true (we do what?)
you make our dreams come true (that's right)
you make our dreams come true (we do what?)
you make our dreams come true (let me tell you a little story)

seldom seen, awakens from a dream in indonesia, next to a queen-some bathin' adalesia

a nice sight pleaser, and for a g she'll strip tease ya, she'll make you stop and take a breather

but not me, 'cause i'm a king plus a g, mr. seen writes supreme so i get it all for free

plus, benefits smoke benedict ???? i send my troops for him, but now they want me

'cause my real man stands by my right hand
and i sleep with a strap on my night stand

its just my mic stand, me, plus a few troops behind me, cowards really want me you know where to find me

'cause i'm right here, fuckin' lyrical nightmere that won't stop, 'cause my dreams are all i've got

when bad turns worse, and good turns bad, sometimes dreams are the only thing you have

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(can you believe this benedict, tryin' to take what I earn? everything what i work for? it ain't goona happen, you know where i'm at?)

i'm in the back of my limou, 2,000 lack, and i'm strapped, word is, benedict's back

with hot rounds, plus some troops that he's got now, he asked for a meeting but i'm not down

fuck a meeting, its war, tell one of us expires, a fortune's hard to make, you won't take my empire

believe that, i want to see where you bleed at, on the attack 'cause i know where you sleep at

gun's drawn, havin' dreams of his own
asleep in his bed and he seems to be alone

just as i cock the trigger back, smack, i feel
a burnin' pain in the small of my back

a shot to my shoulder, another to my waist
i turn to see my queen with a smile on her face

strap at hand, i don't understand, how could you
decieve me for another man?

i wake up to darkness, my one room apartment
no lights, just candle wax burnt to the carpet

it was just a dream, right? oh, what a sight
there lies my queen, asleep in the night

(baby what's wrong? its okay, you're goona get us out of here, you make all my dreams come true)

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Writer : WIZ, GARY G / SMITH, AMANI KITHEKA
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC