work it out But first come on and let it out Scream it shout tell everybody that your gonna leave In about one year you'll have it all figured out These big city dreams
it out But first come on and let it out Scream it shout tell everybody how your gonna leave In about one year you'll have it all figured out These big city dream
work it out But first come on and let it out Scream it shout tell everybody how your gonna leave In about one year you'll have it all figured out These big city dream
Micky Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody haunts my dreams,
to live so just dream It's not enough to live so just dream It's not enough to live so just dream It's not enough to say so just scream You'll never
family gathered there for grace A dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste And I'm back in the big city
whole lot of money and I'm still here nigga. I aint never told on no nigga. I aint never turned state on no nigga. You know I aint never been in no nigga
' Just call me 'Step Daddy' Step Daddy Gold-digging bitches in the City of Dope Got it going on like a daytime soap She's so freaky, she'll make you shout
big time dreams But nothing's ever as it seems A mother waves her girl goodbye Then slowly hangs her head and cries Hollywood hills and the big city
She takes a highway map Covers up her eyes Points to a little town And says, "Let's go there" Anywhere at all Will be their honeymoon Under big city
those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality Or there will cease
linen It ain't a dream, that's the life we're livin Movin' up to a new position People used to look and be like I ain't never gonna be shit that's
through a whole bunch of big shit, all that bullshit But you know what? Fuck that shit, you know how I feel? Yo [Nas with chorus] I'm never gonna give
Once it was just innocence Brash ideas and insolence But you will never get away With the things you said today But you can try if you want Don't you
My little walkers connected and.... I shout grate the biscuits Grip the slip and repeat it Baby boys in the puddle And mothers sent us to pen again This is the big
easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
micky dee's?It wouldn't work,no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody haunts my dreams,nightmares
big time dreams but nothing's ever as it seems a mother waves her girl goodbye then slowly hangs her head and cries hollywood hills and the big city
