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(lady talking) No matter how advanced medical technology becomes many people still believe in the ancient healing arts *fades out*
Verse 1: I had a dream I came up on a key Busted it down, nic`ed it all up and brought back forty G`z We put a big trap on the map Talkin` in code in case "twelve" got the phones tapped We got down wit niggas wit all types of skills From gun runnin`, cookin` dope, stolen wheels That cheese was comin` in wit a grin We all up in the club, straight to spend And `bout a hundred sippin` Mo` Didn`t know that cooked swine tasted that same but just cost more dollars Let my nigga`s ride my Impala Let`s see if these hoes gone choose me Without thinkin about dollars Had a dream them keys cost a half a mil. Moved away, found a bitch and a crib Now I feel like God, talkin like a man whose face had the scar Ugh, We all know who you are If I only had twelve dollars i`d still feel like a star I tried to stay up in my bankin`, listen close to this dream Dont run off and smoke no dank-in I dont use cocaine but in this dream I was totin` Got ta` scrappin` at the club and went ta` shootin` Blood runnin down my nose, caught that nigga who swung on me Pointed my gun and he froze, He said: (it wasnt me, it wasnt me!!!) Ugh, It was you, pulled the trigger he was through
(chorus) Sahore, Sahore Sahore, Feel the doctor cure-ure-ure (Feel the doctor cure) Sahore, Sahore, Sahore, Fell the doctor cure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure
Verse 2: Months later got rid of that bitch But she wasn`t no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn`t fuckin cook I`m from the south so you know I cuss a hoe out I had to tell another hoe to straight roll out My outlook on female burned that summer Thought every bitch was a hoe but my momma The dope game got strange within seconds And as the third day, done ran off wit my other package I gotta do him when I see him, Aint gone ask no questions, just gone draw out and bust it And wit this sixteen shot Baretta Wit my initials E.J. ingraved in big ol` muthafuckin letters Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo` self Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthafuckin` step Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthafucka out here can croos me I told myself I gotta retire wit this eighty G stash But I had a lust for makin` cash A lil bit more then what I need, I think they call that shit greed, as I proceed I`m southern po` nigga, but in this dream I was a fiend for cash Fancy clothes had my ass Was my own clan gittin` shady? Buckets, Team , Buffy, do they wanna stuff me? Livin` wit a gun, never livin` at ease, almost everybody `round that street sleez You lucky if u make it out alive Ask that nigga that been robbed before and didn`t die And that dream about them key, the police one day gone hollar freeze
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Straight from the southwest S.W.A.T.s Y`all niggas dont know what`s in these, yeah Collage, Collage Park, E-Pat Like dis here, yeah (ahhh) We gone do dis here like dis here wit it, yeah
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