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Lletres: Nas. Hip Hop Is Dead. Still Dreaming.

Some people really, some people really
Some people really are
Still dreaming
They are still dreaming

He pulled up at 6:30 in his 745
As he wavin' his shorty hi
You know he showin' his bling out
She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out

His girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work the kinks out
When you go to sleep, what do you think 'bout?

If y'all get a divorce she gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out
Make it so cold that you gotta pull ya mink out
Or grab ya roller skates and, turn a roller rink out
You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna mingle

Meanwhile, she out, doin' the same thing now
Nightmares from your dream gal make ya scream out

Some people really, some people really
Some people really are
Still dreaming
They are still dreaming

Some people really, some people really
Some people really are

How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich?
Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick
So if he feed ya family and he serve you ****
Then he need that head you get and he deserve your ****

Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life
Dwellin' on the past when you was alright
When you was gettin' cash but wasn't too bright
Now ya luck down you feel like, bustin' them shells

Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self
Want **** to show you, how to come up wit' green
I scheme since I'm fourteens, what the **** was your dream?
Rental cars, little broads, sayin' you was seen

Wit' little **** wit' a chain you was doin' ya thing
How high was I? You the thousandth guy
That came around thinkin' we can see, eye to eye
We on a different echelon, coulda got bread together
Now you gets deaded on

Some people really, some people really
Some people really are
Still dreaming
They are still dreaming

Some people really, some people really
Some people really are

She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle
Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure
Belaney by the glassful, said she been meanin' to ask who
Would need a cash rule, who could blast tools

And I'm eatin' cashews, knew she was bad news
But we mad cool, nothin' sexual 'cause I knew her since high school
Grew up wit' my dudes, like one of my crews
She worked for Fox News

One of her man's that she lent her drop to
Won't come back wit' it so she want him clapped in it
Says it's important that it looks like an accident
She was snortin' and her eyes had bags in it

Sheets was recordin' had a wire, askin' ****
Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks
Crossed the line from her world of news castin'
To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone bad, still dreamin'

Some people really, some people really
Some people really are
Still dreaming
They are still dreaming

They are still dreaming
They are still dreaming
They are still dreaming
They are still dreaming