write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track Didn't fantasize
that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9
my 9th grade dealin' cocaine Too many hassels in my local lights, survivin' the strain And a man without a focused life could drive him insane Stuck inside a getto fantasy
. Pick a part, you dream it up. Librarian, dominatrix. Oh boy, tell me your fantasy, Tonight's the night. Tonight Im gonna come alive, Make you forget about your 9
. Pick a part, you dream it up. Like ... dominatrix. Oh boy, tell me your fantasy, Tonight's the night. Tonight Im gonna come alive, Make you forget about your 9
gunfight Kaboom, we still mash as a team As we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, forfillin', Makin' a low outta killin' Pullin' scandalous jeans Forfillin' fantasy
Bang that shit No nice, I'm not nice I'm not nice But Fantasia without no makeup on On the mike, I'm an ugly gare site Noid, I got these niggaz all
ohhh ohhh ohhh They say a dream is a fantasy, For some is just an illusion, Sometimes a dream is hard to reach Now you see for me a dream is all
your girlfriend's hair Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9
then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy See, we don't play that Where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey Sup with the dog, thugs want a
then I hit ?em with a flow, that they can?t even copy See, we don?t play that Where I?m from it?s like fantasy hockey Sup with the dog, thugs want a war
me But then I hit 'em with a flow, that they can't even copy See, we don't play that Where I'm from it's like fantasy hockey Sup with the dog, thugs want
techn9ne tempo Do you know What you're in for Rough sex Much sweat Enough flesh What's next Make her say Oh la la la la Give it to me techn9ne You're
tha suckas All killa no filla mutha fucka [Chorus: Tech N9ne] The killer in me, is the killer in me [x4] [Big Krizz Kaliko] With an arsenal of tongue twisting rhymes N9
on and then bone red light room heated got the red bone seated on me repeat it now shes looking like she cant believe it im having fantasies tossin under
'Fantasy' Could it be you and me on the 'Island' whylin'? You down low like you deep-sea divin' Worlds collidin', emotions explodin' Juices flowin', the climax approachin' Face soakin' that no. 9
I was born on a farm Coming down with the Dow Fones When the girls come we gone, we Rockin betta We softer than feather And G9's ain't better, Do you
is how it reads For every chapter, a thousand memories A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease Diary entry 9
