Daz Dillinger - Fucc Dreamin' the Same Dream lyrics

[Daz] Reality, reality... [Daz - Chorus 2x] f** dreamin the same dreams Bein down for the same team Wether it seems to be reality it's just a dream Why, eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die When I walk down the streets, will I meet evil in disguise [Daz] Now I'm dreamin a new dream Bein down with the Snoop team Wether it seems to be reality, it's not a dream And the colors I wear is do or die If I git caught slippin will I meet evil up in disguise So I pack a bigger strap, .32 round cap With my mind tellin me no or should I peel this cap back Cuz these hater a** n***as only out for my wealth See I don't know what the future really holds for myself And then I tell myself "there's nowhere for me to turn" When you f**ed up so many times you bound to learn It's reality and fatality that you and your boys y'all wanna smoke me up n***as wanna battle me, ya soul is lost Neva-eva to be found When my friends be around when they rest me in the ground We blast for the cash, bashin for green Life ain't what it seems, n***as full of horrible dreams Dat n***a Daz is on the mash again Yeah, it's Dillinger with a fifth of Hen Livin in a world of sin Will my composer ever be the same Give it to you like it is, f** playin them games I wanna f** yo b**h cuz I wanna bust a nut But you silly a** b**hes wanna get me caught up But it's hard to survive in 2005 But I got 2005 ways just to let a n***a die It's all about controversy The same a** n***as out to work me It's the same b**h n***as out to hurt me My closest road dog said he won't switch sides He said he'd represent it till the f**in day that he'd die He know he lied cuz n***as who live wrong is bound to live a short life When you perish ya go to hell for the sh** you didn't do right Will money be the rule of my destruction Without the money I can't even seem to function It shows me what money is capable of Now my worstest enemies, I show 'em no love Buy me some Hennesy, I need some Hennesy From Long Beach to Atlanta, back to Tennessee I'm not the age of being a man of eatin ham f** stamps, 16 Compton g's in my hand Let ya to the older n***as who started this sh** (Long Beeeeach!) Now I got my own crew hoppin in respect (Dogg Poooound) Like to cook it, blow it up, double and triple my profit Now every dope dealer wanna cop it Becuz I got the bomb and I ain't goin back So everybody draw down n***a draw out ya strap [Daz - Chorus 2x] [Daz] Yeah f** dreamin the same dreams Waitin on the motherf**er to help you out ya bullsh** all the time Take your life to your own destiny If you f**ed up you did it on your own Don't let another motherf**er f** you up Take time, think Be about yourself Yeah f** dreamin the same dreams