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[Daz] reality, reality... [chorus 2x: Daz] fuck dreamin the same dreams bein down for the same team wether it seems to be reality it's just a dream why, eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die when I walk down the streets, will I meet evil in disguise [Daz] now I'm dreamin a new dream bein down with the Snoop team wether it seems to be reality, it's not a dream and the colors I wear is do or die if I git caught slippin will I meet evil up in disguise so I pack a bigger strap, .32 round cap with my mind tellin me no or should I peel this cap back cuz these hater ass niggaz only out for my wealth see I don't know what the future really holds for myself and then I tell myself "there's nowhere for me to turn" when you fucked up so many times you bound to learn it's reality and fatality that you and your boys y'all wanna smoke me up niggaz wanna battle me, ya soul is lost neva-eva to be found Letras de cancioneswhen my friends be around when they rest me in the ground we blast for the cash, bashin for green life ain't what it seems, niggaz full of horrible dreams Dat Nigga Daz is on the mash again yeah, it's Dillinger with a fifth of Hen livin in a world of sin will my composer ever be the same give it to you like it is, fuck playin them games I wanna fuck yo bitch cuz I wanna bust a nut but you silly ass bitches wanna get me caught up but it's hard to survive in 2005 but I got 2005 ways just to let a nigga die it's all about controversy the same ass niggaz out to work me it's the same bitch niggaz out to hurt me my closest road dog said he won't switch sides he said he'd represent it till the fuckin day that he'd die he know he lied cuz niggaz who live wrong is bound to live a short life when you perish ya go to hell for the shit you didn't do right will money be the rule of my destruction without the money I can't even seem to function it shows me what money is capable of now my worstest enemies, I show 'em no love buy me some Hennesy, I need some Hennesy from Long Beach to Atlanta, back to Tennessee I'm not the age of being a man of eatin ham fuck stamps, 16 Compton g's in my hand let ya to the older niggaz who started this shit (Long Beeeeach!) now I got my own crew hoppin in respect (Dogg Poooound) like to cook it, blow it up, double and triple my profit now every dope dealer wanna cop it becuz I got the bomb and I ain't goin back so everybody draw down nigga draw out ya strap [chorus 2x: Daz] [Daz] yeah fuck dreamin the same dreams waitin on the motherfucker to help you out ya bullshit all the time take your life to your own destiny if you fucked up you did it on your own don't let another motherfucker fuck you up take time, think be about yourself yeah fuck dreamin the same dreams From Letras Mania