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Chill Rob G Bad Dreams

then I was angry One creep even had a rope ready to hang me Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti? You come and vic Rob G any time you're ready

... huh, huh Lock your windows, close your doors Biggie Smalls, huh... yeah (*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..") [Notorious B.I.G.] My man Inf left

the scrilla Hunger turns monkeys to geurillas Fear turn a coward to a killer Paper turns ladies into whores Coward just to dream to the poor That's why they rob

now, cause I'm real (I'm real) You see I was that before I got a deal (Before the deal) Now this is Rob G, I don't lie to chill (Never that) Now let me