Royce Da 5'9" – The Dream Lyrics

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[Intro; Fade-In:]

You!
Blame it on you…!
…Blame it on you…!
…Blame it on you…!

[Pause; A Verse:]

Go ahead, laugh at me—I'm slap-happy
When I pack the "u-zay", the call me "Cool J"
Cause I'm cap-happy…

I don't see the purpose in talking…
The hardest nigga walking the Earth—
I could just ride by—merc them, then chalk them…

Put them in a hearse and a coffin—
First of all, nigga—y'all need to just be EASY…
And quit taking DRUGS

I turned your "Levees" from jeans to Capris EASY
I bathed your Bathing Apes in BLOOD…

Beefing with me?—You're going to be
Burning in hell, fam…
All you gotta do is sound off—
Get with Rell and…

Come on out with your count-off…
CHECK your mailbox and
Get a groundhog as your *permanent* mailman!


I'm from the "Dirty Glove"
Where motherfuckers kill COPS…
FUCK standing out on them corners—
Nigga, we build SPOTS (Yeah)

We flip real-estate; with the residuals…
From killing weight—If I ain't getting cake
I ain't feeling STRAIGHT

[Hook; Rell:]

I got a heart—rock solid…
Money—I'm bout it…
Streets is the place where I got ii-IT—yeah…

(Nigga I represent "Rock City"—)
(Ho-ome of the rock solid rottweilers…)
(We bout power from the bottom to the top dollar)

And you can talk all you wanna… (HOLLA)
But when I run up… (Yeah…)
You gon' wish you ain't said NOTHI-ING, no…

(Nigga—forget that cheese)
(Here to tell her, "Fix that weave"—?)
(PLEASE… you fucking with a STREET nigga)

[B Verse; Royce:]

Go ahead, MUG at me—I'm THUG happy…
Keep his head cool—before I put lead
Through a tool to skullcap (hah!)

We don't be screaming no colors
Or popping our fingers… (Naw)
We toured like "Ring-a-ling" Brothers—
We shopped through Sardinia

Spent the lot on our daughters—
We see you old MC dudes… That ain't what we do
(Uh-uh) We put the gout on the water

…Now let's bet TRIPLE
While you in that "Best Western"
(Where you at?) We in the snorkeling
Next to that "S.S. Nickel" (Hoo!)

So put your money where your mouth at—
(Uh-huh…) Stakes[/Steaks] is hot…
And I ain't talking bout from Outback!

You wait till you high… to doubt that
…And while you niggas ratting
Them triggers is CLACKING—it STARTING
To sound just like a MOUSE TRAP

I got the "Mark Cuban" lit…
Looking at y'all—millionaire niggas' ball
Like, "Y'all ain't doing SHIT." (Haha!)

THAT'S why I'm famous… spitting that flame
And money is the root of all *other* evil—
*That's* why I'm DANGEROUS!

[Hook; Rell:]

I got a heart—rock solid…
Money—I'm bout it…
Streets is the place where I got ii-IT—yeah…

(Nigga I represent "Rock City"—)
(Ho-ome of the rock solid rottweilers…)
(We bout power from the bottom to the top dollar)

And you can talk all you wanna… (HOLLA)
But when I run up… (Yeah…)
You gon' wish you ain't said NOTHIiI-ING, no…

(Nigga—forget that cheese)
(Here to tell her, "Fix that weave"—?)
(PLEASE… you fucking with a STREET nigga)

[Verse 3; Royce:]

Now you could…
Say that I AM the way that I AM
Cause basically, it's safe to say
That that's the way that I AM…

It's unsafe to try to see
If I would spray the way that I AM…
If you was trying to see
If I'm what I say that I AM

The disappointment is in the BULLET
The miscommunication is in the MIND-FRAME…
It's basically a CON game

Just play your cards right—
Cause you don't know who's BLUFFING…
Alls you know is
"Those who don't gamble lose nothing"!

Nobody's perfect—Where it's "kill or be killed"
Everybody's chasing that cash; nobody's WORTH IT

Any nigga with money… AIN'T trying to beef—cause
AIN'T no money in war—shit just ain't FUNNY no more…

We got dudes snitching and shit… BITCHING and shit…
Guess they ASSUME that I got crews
In the KITCHEN and shit…


Just cause my jewels glisten and shit…
They probably would LIKE me if they HEARD me…
But niggas just REFUSE to listen and SHIT

[Hook; Rell:]

I got a heart—rock solid…
Money—I'm bout it…
Streets is the place where I got ii-IT—yeah…

(Nigga I represent "Rock City"—)
(Ho-ome of the rock solid rottweilers…)
(We bout power from the bottom to the top dollar)

And you can talk all you wanna… (HOLLA)
But when I run up… (Yeah…)
You gon' wish you ain't said NOTHIiI-ING, no…

(Nigga—forget that cheese)
(Here to tell her, "Fix that weave"—?)
(PLEASE… you fucking with a STREET nigga)

[Repeat:]

I got a heart—rock solid…
Money—I'm bout it…
Streets is the place where I got ii-IT—yeah…

(Nigga I represent "Rock City"—)
(Ho-ome of the rock solid rottweilers…)
(We bout power from the bottom to the top dollar)

And you can talk all you wanna… (HOLLA)
But when I run up… (Yeah…)
You gon' wish you ain't said NOTHIiI-ING, no…

(Nigga—forget that cheese)
(Here to tell her, "Fix that weave"—?)
(PLEASE… you fucking with a STREET nigga)

Blame it on you…!
Blame it on you…!
…Blame it on you…!
…Blame it on you…!
…Blame it on you…!

[Fade; end]

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