Big Dreams

Lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] Till the casket drops in '09 Play Cloths in stores Happy holidays [Verse 1: Pusha T] It's the reincarnation of Raekwon in an apron Lou' Vuitton printed and coke scented Winding through the flow cuz it's so vintage Nothing like these timid gimmick, prepaid rappers with no minutes The real niggas live it; they mimic, they H-O-V lane it and don't pin it The difference, the Blue Magic ain't in it We should form a senate to govern critic opinion I watched them niggas throw away the pennant To he who claims to be the heir, how dare Pusha nay-say it Them niggas hear me and they mayday it So I could care less if Jay say it, it's too political when Jay say it! He play the game, just instant replay it The best duo ever I hangman these words together, pouring passion into every letter This my letter to the better, I Masta Ace You niggas standing in a master's place Fuck out my way Fuck out my way niggas Clipse! Till the casket drops '09 man Uh [Hook: Pusha T] Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long Now go and put ya Play Cloths on Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long Now go and put ya Play Cloths on Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long I spell it how the fucks I want Stop searching for the e's cuz the o's is long Now go and put ya Play Cloths on [Verse 2: Malice] For all the mothers crying at the sentencing Finger to the judge, echoing our sentiments It's in the blood, we play the street diligent Prepare for the flood, as written in Genesis With more birds than Noah No escape, trapped in the whale like Jonah The SL showing I'm grown up Passenger side, a bitch prettier than Sho'nuff No bluff, I cuff that nine milli I show 'em I'm a soldier, boy - I get silly My pigeon flown the coop, I free Willy! My cup too full, I know niggas'll kill me But I don't bow, even though the crown's heavy Table cracks, they saying they found Wezzy Label me the rock king like Presley But I prefer that hard rock especially (yuugh!) [Outro: Pusha T] Haha Play Cloths in stores man Happy holidays You addicted to the fly, go get that shit Shout out to my nigga Papi Down there in Miami I hear you rockin' that shit Fly nigga shit, yeah [?] My brother, I love you nigga Fam-lay, uh huh