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Big Dreams lyricsby Bow Wow
(Man)
Its not me exacltly, that touches people Its what I represent The possiblity that dreams long ago, may still come true Even if they look lost forever (Verse 1) I had a homie named Tony, 16, 6'2 Headed to the NBA straight from high school My nigga had his ball game on lock But at the smae time he was in love wit the block All the stuff that came wit it, the drugs and the guns The gangs, the slang, and all the funds He just got a letter of intent from the Cavaliers Sayin' how they love'em and they wish he was there He had it made like special-ed, about to get the bread But chose to do somethin' dumb instead Go to war wit the crew on the otha side of town And was mo ready, and Tony got laid down He ain't even have a chance Died fo the ambulance even got to'em So many went through'em I hate ta tell the story but thats how it is Growin' up in the hood as a kid (Chorus) When you got big dreams... Don't listen to what nobody say And don't let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams... Keep ya eyes on the prize don't fall to the way side (repeat 2x) (Verse 2) I know a girl name Gina That was a hell of a singer And everybody fell in love wit her when they seen her Babygirl was on a verge of signing a big deal 18, and life looked so-so real She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news And all he ever did was give baby the blues But she was true to a nigga Do for a nigga Pop you and ya whole crew for a nigga One night he came picked her up, told her lets ride Thats the same night that he watched her die They was tryna hit a lick, but the lick hit back Put a end ta the deal, and all of dat She ain't even have to be there, he know it wasn't right Now he gotta deal wit for the rest of his life And the part I don't like, he ain't even get grazed But the home girl Gina, is layin' in the grave (Chorus) (repeat same as above) (Verse 3) I got a few relatives that give the family drama Always got they hand out when they see me and my momma One coulda been a doctor, the otha a chef But when he got his own kitchen he was cookin' sumthin' else Now his life in the drain A trifling shame He all washed up Wife took everything No car, no mo, no house And everywhere he go he stole, so they throwed him out I was growin' lookin' up to be like dem Now I''m throwin' up cash, rollin' up in a Bent I was stuck wit a dream I had as a shortie I'll be damned if I let another man support me Now, uncle June Buck sick, skinny as hell He got AIDS in his body from the needles he shared Everytime he get his welfare checks,he don't care If you wanna see him got to the crackhouse, he there (Chorus) (repeat same as above) Whe you got big dreams ( repeat 4x) Keep ya eyes on the prize, don't fall tot the way side |
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