2Face

Hey, I got a dolla and a dream But it's all a nigga got, so it's about that green And I'm all up in that spot Hey Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I thinked about Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had? Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream Why do we cling to the villains? Knowing they killin' My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my hope book Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head On the daily At times I question God can you blame me? They can't tame me! My voice screech through the street. I'm a beast on em! Oh no he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him! He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him! But never will he run unless you call police on him One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign Its two sides to a nigga though I said it's two sides to a nigga yo Ay look, sometimes I'm feeling high Then I'm feeling low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me, but what side did you get to know? Its two sides to a nigga yo yo yo Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans Wasn't for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands But still, we never ran; foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there And then they hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long-distance Ugh, as lil niggas in the Ville, we was trippin Type of nosy ass niggas to watching the fight until it's over They ran when the gats came out; I moved closer Foolish, what was I thinking? Wasn't trying to be cool, it's Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I'll annihilate him I'm tired of waitin' on my ticket out this mothafucka Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this mothafucka I gotta go Now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign Its two sides to a nigga though I said it's two sides to a nigga yo Ay look, sometimes I'm feeling high Then I'm feeling low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me, but what side did you get to know? Its two sides to a nigga yo yo yo Yeah, I seen heaven, seen hell The two faces of the Ville One side dreams, the other side's real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings, another mother cry still Why the fuck am I here, God? That nigga died, why the fuck am I still alive? I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Bless homie, we breathin' Cold World got me sneezing Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin' semen In an unfamiliar bitch I know my niggas feel this shit How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the ho My dick took over; it ain't never felt this wet before I'm stressing in my mind, but it's way too late to stop it Mate, this shit so bad; I had a condom in my pocket Let's change the topic Before I go berserk I'm so alert, riding down 95 Nah, I ain't finna to go to work I'm headed back home ain't staying that long I'm chasing dreams, shawty I'm paying back loans I'm paying dues that a nigga paying tax on Im tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone I'm playing daddy to another niggas daughter Don't worry even Jesus never saw his real father It don't bother me at all though Yeah, say it don't bother me at all They got me thinking bout my mom, though Man I can't wait to sing this song I be like, I be like Hey don't cry hey, oh no We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry how them bill get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Don't cry, hey, oh no We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry how them bill get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey Hey Hey Hey