No matter how advanced
Medical technology becomes
Many people still believe
In the ancient healing arts
One time all that mattered

Say who is it?
Nineteen ninety, nineteen ninety

I had a dream, I came up on a G
Busted down, it did all up and brought back forty G'z
We put a big trap on the map
Talkin' in code, 'In case, twelve got the phones tapped'

We got down wit *****s wit all types of skills
From gun runnin', cookin' dope, stolen wheels
That cheese was comin' in wit a grin
We all up in the club, straight to spend

And 'bout a hundred sippin' mo'
Didn't know that cooked swine tasted same
But only costs four dollars
Let my *****s ride my Impala
Let's see if these hoes gone choose me
Without thinkin' about dollars

Had a dream them keys coasted half a mile
Moved away, found a ***** and a crib
Now I feel like God, talkin' like a man whose face had the scar
Ugh, we all know who you are
If I only had twelve dollars, I'd still feel like a star

I tried to stay up in my bankin', listen close to this dream
Don't run off and smoke, no dank in
I don't use Cocaine but in this dream I was totin'
Got ta' scrappin' at the club and went ta' shootin'

Blood runnin' down my nose
Caught that ***** who swung on me
I pointed my gun and he froze
He said, 'It wasn't me, it wasn't me'
'Ugh, it was you', pulled the trigger he was through

Sahore, sahore, feel the doctor cure ure ure
Sahore, sahore, sahore, feel the doctor
Cure ure ure ure ure ure ure

Yeah, months later, got rid of that *****
But she wasn't no crook
Got rid of her cause she couldn't ***kin' cook
I'm from the South so you know I cuss a hoe out
I had to tell another trick to straight roll out

My outlook on females, burned that summer
Thought every ***** was a hoe but my momma
The dope game got strange within' seconds
And as the third day, done ran off wit my other package

I gotta do him, when I see him
Ain't gone ask no questions
Just gone draw out and bust it
And wit this sixteen shot Biretta
Wit my initials E.J. ingraved in big ol' mutha***kin' letters

Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self
Now a days you gotta watch every mutha***kin' step
Every move is costly, see in this drug game
Any mutha***ka out here can cross me

I told myself, I gotta retire wit this eighty G stash
But I had a lust for makin' cash
A lil' bit more then what I need
I think, we call that **** greed, as I proceed

I'm southern po' *****, but in this dream
I was a fiend for cash
And fancy clothes had my ***
Was my own clan gittin' shady?
Buckets, team , buffy, do they wanna stuff me?

Livin' wit a gun, never livin' at ease
Almost everybody 'round that street sleez
You lucky, if you make it out alive
Ask that *****, been robbed before and didn't die
And the dream about them keys
The police one day gone hollar freeze

Sahore, sahore, feel the doctor cure-ure-ure
Sahore, sahore, sahore, feel the doctor
Cure ure ure ure ure ure ure

Straight from the Southwest SWATS
Y'all *****s don't know what's in these, yeah
Collage, Collage Park, E Pat, know what? Ah
Like dis here, yeah
We gone do dis here like dis here wit it, yeah