Dreamin bout the days we use to blow haze pop ak's seems like yesterday we were huggin da block slangin rock duckin from da cops sippin on private stocks talkin bout females n how to get tail save up for dat send away shit in da mail givin mad mc's hell for fuckin wit us no luck for dem dumb fucks couldn't touch us supreme lyricist at a young age grabbin da 12 guage poppin all night fightin all day to stay alive po's told we needed a 9 to 5 so 9 to 5 was slangin dope n hopes of gettin us money climbin to da riches fuckin some chicks slangin hella bricks god damn alot of licks came up together grew older still kept our friendship in a strong hold kept tha gun in tha holster in even tighter cussin to da gods not understandin why we do these we did but we did n if i could go back in time i do em again cuz u were n still are my nigga for life nothing will ever change dat so i'm dreamin bout ya my nigga wish you could come back you be proud of me no more slangin crack straighten up my life god damn why they kill you and take ur life it shoulda been me twice.
