'll never see me smokey-smoke Never buy, already brokey-broke Pass me a dollar and I'll roll it up For me though Were gonna sell and cut tonight Uhhh
in the day Coming up out of the ghetto was a hell of a struggle For selling the fiends llello But it was my dream to kick flows to put my people on
now i done traveled around the globe and there some things that i ?? seen me n ma team chasin green running this earth tryna live our dreams but i seen
cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D Block near you [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun
's similar to this too 'Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you If you
never hold me down (you can't hold me) C, C, Can't hold me Verse 1. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream
I went out into the hallway There's been all kinds of troubles Lately in the neighborhood And someone's got to bring home the bacon and anyway There were
't last Now we lookin' to sell units So when you hear Pussy Cat Dolls and G-Unit You will say give N-Dubz music Been preforming on stages ever since we were 13 There
,I Can Live With Out You, U Mother Fuker U Wer Tryin To Sell Me Dry, Aaii,Aaii,Aaii, I Should Of Knew This From Da Start, That If We Blew, All These
The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres
there loving in your eyes all the way? If I listen to your lies, would you say? I'm a man without conviction I'm a man who doesn't know How to sell
fears+, while we +shout+ out Past pain, that reverberates the claim That the disrespect started when we, were in chains Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if
say what's up to my homeboy Dreamer Who's dreams just didn't really come true Even though you're torsido the whole neighborhood is thinking of you Road dogs for life, you were even there
door So I sleep with the big fo-fo But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow You know what they say, gotta go, gotta go What if I be the one breathing
industry givin me vivid stupidy When they distribute these fictitious sissies When I rip it so serious and wickedly No forgivin thee When I claim were Strange Everyone tellin I'm insane, were
Once upon a time you and I When we were dreaming easy Fresh as limes and happy as a Sunday sky There was nothing we could sell or buy 'Cause all we really
you thought was right flew out the window And all you based your life on wasn't real So, what if your hero sells its soul? And all your wildest dreams