1982 - Thug Poets lyrics

rate me

(Feat. Roc Marciano & Havoc)

Hook:

I’m a poor man’s dream a thug poet

I have a dream by saying I dream too

I’m a poor’s man dream it was, it was all a dream

I’m sayin I’m a poor poor man’s dream I’m sayin a thug poet

.. I dream a poor’s man dream, a thug poet

A dream

I had a dream ..the king but in my dream he had coke of triple dream

My influence is what older than they was a hundred soldiers

They probably don’t want no ..post it on the coka

So these never wanna be soul

But they wanna be like source I keep like …

them folks they wanna come and take you go

Some my lil homie is a latin king rappers thing

Feel like we end up in the .. the doubt

The things are f*cking ..and everybody in this ..like

You hold the gun tight pullin the ice was a fun night

Put the crack up in the ..test up in the ..pablo ..

Said he all flippin roll tell he nothing last in laws

Three legends stayed up at least sendence

Hope the priests blesses for more of these streets liquor

and drugs I’m the too far now when the club’s closing

and the thug know it ..to this thug poets

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Yeah ..it’s all brown willie like foreigner

Cocaine ..warrior..for storm ..employing rose ..god d like ..

Got a lot of time sawyer I take a ..next lawyer stay shark and avoid

From me down like Jacky join em,

Cocky color cocky for you

Rap former smash join you

Fast as I could back a quarter

You ask with the..formular

Pedigree is high serve up a pie like a pizza guy

We fobs, each equal knocks a lot of stripes like a zebra got

Kicks and flavor like a p cup ..like a green pie

Two piece winning the fry

Think cup you can’t aware with this click shot

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To hood now I kill a nigga dreams

But I’ma make it out just bitch by any means

By any means death to all my enemies

Wanna see a nigga feelin out of police fee

End up with ..with my weapon got in plastic and askin

What the f*ck you wrong with these bastards

Look at the casquet warm you never thought it though

I had it in my mind and ever since I knew I would blow

I had live with the gold listen period flow

Now all a nigga see is the serious dough

I start it from the bottom took the shit to the top

Now all the bitches wanna ride me and give h top

What the hell why not I deserve this baby is so gravy

Oh why not beg it’s all wavy

But all the money in the world couldn’t change me

Stay the same to wide it all

Give that ..we all got dreams gotta f*ck em up

Gotta ..don’t do it is just swallow you up

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