Lyrics:
in the city
Living on your dreams
Sunset in the city
It's for those, who live only once
If you never explore
Have will you ever find your soul
your body on fire like
Make you want to get higher and higher with
Put your murder game down so you can buy it for
Street dreams, you gon' hustle
Oliver twisted scholars and fiends
Olives in a bowl of olive oil pressed by machines
I wrote this all on a wooden stool as fucking king
Between 37th street
took me
From the highest point she shook me
By the bottle, by the bottle I should fall
There in the mirror on the wall
I see the dream is fading
From
What did they mean all power to people
By any means Necessary
Living in these New York streets will make you weak
watching grown men tremble and shake ,
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his
kid, blended with the streets
Now I'm chasing down producers to compose a beat
Guess you gotta chase your dreams to expose your heat
But if no food
though
I see through the disguise bro
I touch the street and I glow
Bless the scene see my growth
I live the dreams that I wrote
Stack the green from my
The bell's are tolling...
For the dead men, /| who are seemingly walking,/|
Through the streets, these concrete dreams,
Where nothing seems, to bring
doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the
Restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog
And livin' in
live with how will it end
Honey, let's try again
Don't you tell me that the dream is over 'cause
I've been waiting such a long time
Waiting here for
on the real
Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed
In this American dream to get some cream
You're owning a beam, and your face in magazines
12
live the good life
I gotta keep the dream
Lately I'm feelin right at home
Got the means to be on my own
Man I'm drivin' down sweet leaf road
Keep
HEARTBEAT TOWN
(Uh, Uh) I need some time
(Uh, Uh) Some time to remember
I dream about people walkin¿ down the streets
Living day by day, well it
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC (what?)
Thomasville, ABG (what?)
Hold up let me intervene (hold on)
Got my jeans from 30
When you run and you can't get away
When you fall cause you can't trust your legs
Seems like a dream
When you're crossing the street
Let there be
Walking down the streets at night
In my mind, start to think
How the world is made of dreams
Yet ruled by means hard to see
People who are always
Could we learn to love again?
Walked by a busy street
A doll, stuffed with ashes and pipe dreams
Held in by purple seams no one can see, cause
My skin is
a cutter, damn!
What if you were me, in 2003?
Rap was just a dream baggy jeans, burning blank CD's, feed em to the streets
Would you let adversity as you
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
long enough
Can't you see what you've done
I used to live on the run
But
Somehow you caught up to me
And now you got me dreaming new dreams
Where my
In this world of steel and chrome
Where the androids call the shots
We're just shadows in the system
Living lives that time forgot
Streets are silent
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