Diaz - You Must Be Dreaming lyrics

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You Must Be Dreaming / Diaz[Intro: Beretta 9]Yeah, one two, check it[Beretta 9]Aiyo, what makes Kinetic get on some live wire shit?Not much, but when Beretta, I'm on some set a fire shitI'm no devil, but the flow is hell, thoughJust on another level, I'm quick to tell you 'hell no'And never trouble, I haven't been to jail, soIn case you see me there, don't think, I won't rebel, orIt's not, I don't care, just you're not playin' fair, bro'That's where I stand, but you better get out my chair, hoeDon't understand, but I bet you, hear the snare goWhen I pop you in the ear, and your head bounce on the dance floorWhy you even think, you even had the chance forB.O.B.B.Y., B9, and Diaz for?[Chorus: RZA]*Schh* You get shot in the ass for, talkin' that bullshit, and as forYou wild niggas tryin' to rap, like you bustin' them gats, ya'll dreamingThey be talkin' that they bustin' your capAnd they carryin' straps, but they dreamin'Niggas be, dreamin', ya'll niggas just dreaming[RZA]Yo, chalked from the wood grain and alcohol, son, I chew barksSpin your head like Technics, made you write the new martSee The W footprint? Made from the shoe markYeah, it's Bob Digital, bitch, not Bob NewhartSplash through the Norwegian sea like Black OrcaSippin' on weed, next beer with Johnny WalkerNo scrutiny, no shipwreck, or mutinyGot the kevlar suit, don't think about shooting meHolding the golden scepter, you be foldingBow to The RZA like the great King OdenMy wiz is mighty like is Isis, my son is like OsirusWu-Tang Clan be the wisestLike Professor Xavier, got stock like Doctor OctaviaMore Vikings than Scandinavia, you better watch your behaviorI be myself, so I'mma be the self savior[Chorus][Diaz]Ya'll Dorothy rappers, must be dreamingAnd I don't really care, on who you're leaningReality bites you when I bring my team inYour girl's a North whore, ass pumped with semenShit, I gotta cake it, get some CREAM inI mean's, more office hustlin', more schemin'Yeah, I'm a Christian, but I want that DiavoloI sware, I got you RZA, just holla, bro'Now every rapper, has been a young PabloThey all worked in the bakery, like I don't knowThey only fuck with posters, far as models goThat's not me, so yo non ti avoloBut this year -- it's D-I-A-Z'sI spit over g's with Beez, B-E, pleaseGirls on they knees, for me, except M.D.'sLast kid outta my dick, is all I ever squeeze[Chorus]