Foxy Brown - BK Made Me lyrics

(-Hook-) Guiding, a dream It's where, we always meet I'm guiding, a dream It's where, we alway meet (-Verse One-) Got dreams of ending this b**h, My life is miserable Make me end this sh**, find my a** in critical No, My nightmares come frequent like they rituals But my words come swift, divine like the Pennicle See, that's why I rock my shades, so when I cry And my eyes are red, I can still hide my pain Then I step on stage and, crowd is in a rage and I make the first page and, my mission's complete But when I step off of stage, it's back to reality Problems still the same, and life's a f**in' tragedy Thoughts still the same and, I still dream of dying and Taking some hard sh**, to make me feel I'm flying and Wish I was told I was carried as low In this cold f**in' world, I wanna f**in' explode Guess it's time for me to depart, know it sounds strange But I served my purpose, and I made my mark Cause... (-Repeat Hook-) (-Verse Two-) As long as the streets know it's a cla**ic Fluck all y'all envious ba*tards I'm thorough when I'm, reppin' my borough n***a Know tell me who could f** wit', y'all put y'all money it I make examples out of b**hes, y'all don't really want it Since Ill Na Na, I've been going through drama And I get on my knees And I thank, God for my momma Since a youngin I been knowin', I be forever flowin' Back in the lab b*atch, back in my zone No, thou shall not f** with F to the Izz O Bullsh** aside, I got y'all rappers by a lanslide Pardon me, I'm not your average, I'm a savage When it come to this game, I'm as ill as my name So Gav and Ant brought me back, I was sick of this rap Sick of the fame, sick of n***as hauling my name No, I can't quit I'm as real as they get Yes, back on the scene Still reps no press Cause... (-Repeat Hook-) (-Verse 3-) d**h before dishonor Born alone, die alone My crew think I'm 7, bought a plane so I could fly alone No security, got the nine through the stallion Run through Louie, when I wanna get my style on Body something, get the chair and I'll fry alone The skylarking, six be moonwalking No, who keeps a floss game like Fox and Pretty In Kennedy with twenty Louie's like Akeim and Simmi No, nobody grinning, don't take it as rude I was a little too gangsta for the Moulin Rouge Cause... (-Repeat Hook Until End-)