Foxy Brown – B.K. Made Me lyrics

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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 s titfind, 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 fu n'***tragedy Thoughts
still the same and I, still dream of dying and Taking
some hard s titto, make me feel I'm flying and Wish
I was told I was carried as low In
this cold fu n'***world I, wanna fu n'***explode Guess
it's time for me to depart know, it sounds strange But
I served my purpose and, I made my mark Cause
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Two-) As
long as the streets know it's a classic Fluck
all y'all envious b s******I'm
thorough when I'm reppin', my borough n anusKnow
tell me who could f k**wit' y'all, put y'all money it I
make examples out of b skankey'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 biatch back, in my zone No
thou, shall not f k**with F to the Izz O Bullshit
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 s****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
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3-) Death
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
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