Ghetto Fantasies

"Yea..it seem like...it seem like you always tryin' to get to a certain point you know what i'm sayin? Once you get there it aint what you thought it was, so even the realest mother fuckers...mother fuckers seem like they got it made, they got fantasies...there's no end to a fantasy, once you meet your fantasy you got 5 more fantasies...that's real...c'mon wit' it Foe Foe"

It's all about the money, hoes and gats

And hangin' wit' my Rydas smokin' bat, after bat, after bat, what?

Cadillac, bitch we full fledgin

Raised up in the hood like a legend, always contendin'

'Cuz the top is where i'm headed

Top of the world, I got the Rydas and diamonds it's all imbeded uh

I'm smokin' an ounce, another mission keepin' you hoes on your toes

The Foe Foes about to blow, blaw!

Give it to me, I want it all for me, i'm greedy

Fulfillin' my Ghetto Fantasy, so f**k the needy

I was born in the ghetto, where all my folks stay

Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin' weight

Livin' like a superstar, hookin' up wit' Mel Farr

Gettin' him high, and runnin' out for new cars

'Cuz where I grew up I wasn't worth a dime

Crips with no lifes, where I spend my time

One up top, steady hot, and now for one time

Bright and wise, Blow a 9, pullin' knives on a sucka'

'Cuz I was a broke mother fucka

'Til I got wit' the Rydas, started sportin' black trucks, uh

"Ghetto Fantasies,love don't like here anymore"

Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life

Rydas do it wrong, until they do us right y'all (2x)

I make my Ghetto Fantasies into realities

Paid-ass Rydas, wit' ghetto mentalities

Growin' up without shit, no skrilla

From crack houses, to mansion's in the hills

And a big black truck wit' the bump in the driveway

Back in the day Full Clip didn't have it that way

Try to Ride on my shit, ima hafta see you in your hood

All my fantasies came true now, hollar at Bullet

Uh, Ryda trucks, I wanna buy one of them

Just 'cuz it say's "Ryda" on the side of'em

I wanna fleet of trucks, to carry all my bucks

And f**k mud ducks, and wearin' tux, like Chucks

'Cuz this sucks, I ate so much Raymond Pride

I'm startin' to think it's my name (What up Raymond?) uh

I'm gettin' by on powdered milk and a can of peas

But the best thing in my life is free

My fantasies

Well basicaly, my Ghetto Fantasy has gotta be

a way to get me and my people outta this society

I'm tryin' G, but you aint helpin' me by battling me

And askin' me how tought me and the Rydas be

We need to, get it together, before it fall apart

So gimme all your shit, my gat is aimed straight at your heart

But i'm ruthless, and I gotta get's what's mines

And i'm breakin' fools off in the drive-thru and now what?

My Ghetto Fantasy's to roll wit' a million G's

Rydas like me, ready to die like me

Blazin' pounds of weed 'til my fuckin' eyes bleed

Menageatrois's like mu' fuckers what we need

The weed be them thugs Rydin

Prepare to bust, Psychopathic Rydas

Have the pigs getta buzz

But if they ever kill us then our souls will remain

Dwellin' in they brain 'til they blow a fuckin' vein (And that's real y'all)