to that expensive broad I seen you with, that little cutie pie, that little baby girl? Oh, you talkin' 'bout Unique, my little bitty bitch Yeah, she that little
I'm the kinda brotha for a girl like you I can see in yo eyes that you know it's true I'm the mack and I bike from the big oak town Layin' track by
chance to make her mine A couple years past, College was great Just got a new job, Imma move to L.A. The big city lights were always my dream I'm just
to make her mine A couple of years passed College was great Just got a new job, I'm a move to L.A. The big city lives were always my dream I'm just hoping
lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft Little pieces of a dream
New York New York, big city of dreams And everything in New York ain't always what it seems You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I
[Intro: Trife Da God] Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right now My nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see) Sip on this little bit
our day, you know? I seen him I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean? We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there Uhh, I dream filthy
on, come on, come on, come on I went from Helly Hanson to many mansions To girls in Aruba doing belly dancin' Spent half of my advance on jars from
hoes, and all the plain jane's It don't matter if you're black, white, red, or brown Cause I got enough dick to spread around the town To the little
This one right here is for anyone who was there for me or cared for me Life funny man You go through your little ups and downs Smiles and frowns This
take it there and it's so sad Thinkin he packin a pair of the gonads What you got a little beef with me? Well I got a big fat meat loaf for yo ass Bow
To the real G's and under bosses To the niggas in the caller case That got into it big To get what nobody gave us We was born into this system So don
Cel back in this muthafucka Once again, you know 'bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all You know, nothin' but that realness, can ya feel this though
little word from the wise, remain true within. This is from a boss, look it where the roach crew has been. Yea, it's true I've got the soul of an old town
work out; most of the time you're miserable. the american dream is a big fucking lie; a wild goose chase. you're here to make the richest six percent a little
or love me) You can hate me or love me (Hate me or love me) I'm grinding still making this money I'm making this guap No you ain't taking it from me
I go, I just dont know This song is for everybody, no matter whether you're from a small town, the hood, the big city, it dont matter - Everybodys got their dreams