Ft. D-Train....Im on the last two verses
bcg
Lyrics
Targets moving like objects, in the projects
get robbed quick, till ur ass got no dimes left/
mother fuckers this home...B-More...
I sit on the throne, record, and launch two more/
My mic sore...give it a couple seconds
cuz while ya'll are spittin, Im dishing out records/
Im faithfully protected, wisdom, gets disected
Put me on your speakers, u damn right Im a Wreck'em/
I spit out Venom, poinsonous to your health
U spit out shit, Im only scared of my self/
No harm can be done to me son....Im gifted
like making your way to Heaven...you lifted/
this Rap its a wrap, as soon I spit it
first words out my mouth, will make u wanna quit it/
lets get it, its that crack music bitch
Never know the position like a Baseball Pitch//
My Dreams seem to sway away in packs off that Jack
and I got two facts that'll blow out your back/
Never trust a soul, spirits take control
play wit your mind then watch your life fold/
Never trust a bitch, only your true love
cuz the rest of em are only out to have fun/
don't give a fuck, they'll quickly say its done
then u stuck, grab a gun, got nowhere to run/
My dreams is imperfect, fantasys out the blue
next morning I realize, none of'em coming true/
So I sit there in drool...wondering bout my life
like whats the point, facing the point of this knife/
faith in god but I have more to myself
turned against them when I got whipped by the belt/
said fuck wit reality, nothings what it seems
so I stick by my side and keep living off these Dreams//