Lyrics: Lloyd Banks. Halloween Havoc. Dream On.

[Talking:]
2 g's up
This is the countdown
Until the next nigga fuck em

[Verse:]
You might see me in the gt
With the tv or the bp with
The scanner it ain't easy to
Defeat me if they leave me
With the hammer paranoia
Cause the dt's wana squeeze me
In the slammer from my impeccable
Grammar bishop of the street crime
Planner I done flew round put the
Crew down but I'm southside to the
Root clown with a new pound an
Improved sound and I'm need deep in
The group now green leaf in the coupe
Now and og in the silver mix higher than
A falcon now 4 pockets popping out a clown
Say he fucking with me he dizzy I paved the
Way for these niggas and this the thanks they
Give me my position is shaking shivery my
Niggas are making history I'm a carry this
Shit to new hights figured id take you with me
Shifty slimy skit wherever you find me that's
Whisky I'm grimy so are the niggas around me
Come get me you line me I'm coming to hit your
Lobby swiftly you'll probly get ripped up with the shotty

[Chorus:]
Nigga Dream, dream on
I'm too strong you think they
Feel you in the streets you wrong
Niggas been rapping like a actin like
A bitch too long same clique new song
What type of shit you on I'm on that loyal
Shit I ain't got nothing for you shit fuck
Outta here I saw you shit insults are all you
Get act up and get smacked up I put them stacks up
You getting jacked up

[Verse:]
Maybe if you put some time in to your rhyming
You'll find I'm marble to a diamond I'm shinin
And climbing I'm the definition of grinding
With preminition inside him I'm demolition
A problem they reminiscin about him and
Ya'll know I go where the gwap go in the
Taho with the drop low I got the rap
Game in a knot so from here on out I'm top 4
See you at the top hoe king like it or not yo
Blings lightin the block bro you swingin and
See the glock blow

[Chorus:]
Nigga Dream, dream on
I'm too strong you think they
Feel you in the streets you wrong
Niggas been rapping like a actin like
A bitch too long same clique new song
What type of shit you on I'm on that loyal
Shit I ain't got nothing for you shit fuck
Outta here I saw you shit insults are all you
Get act up and get smacked up I put them stacks up
You getting jacked up