Violent J talking
Yea..it seem like…it seem like you always tryin to get to a certain point you know what im sayin? Once you get there it aint what you thought it was, so even the realest mother fckers…mother fckers seem like they got it made, they got fantasies…theres no end to a fantasy, once you meet your fantasy you got 5 more fantasies…thats real…cmon wit it Foe Foe
Monoxide Child
Its 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 im headed
Top of the world, I got the Rydas and diamonds its all imbeded uh
Im 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, im greedy
Fulfillin my Ghetto Fantasy, so fck the needy
Blaze Overlap
I was born in the ghetto, where all my folks stay
Dreams of black trucks with bumps and pushin weight
Gettin him high, and runnin out for new cars
Cuz where I grew up I wasnt 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 fcka
Til I got wit the Rydas, started sportin black trucks, uh
Ghetto Fantasies,love dont like here anymore
Rydas are for real, Rydas are for life
Rydas do it wrong, until they do us right yall x2
Shaggy 2 Dope
I make my Ghetto Fantasies into realities
Paid-ass Rydas, wit ghetto mentalities
Growin up without shit, no skrilla
From crack houses, to mansions in the hills
And a big black truck wit the bump in the driveway
Back in the day Full Clip didnt 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
Violent J
Uh, Ryda trucks, I wanna buy one of them
Just cuz it says Ryda on the side ofem
I wanna fleet of trucks, to carry all my bucks
And fck mud ducks, and wearin tux, like Chucks
Cuz this sucks, I ate so much Raymond Pride
Im startin to think its my name What up Raymond? uh
Im gettin by on powdered milk and a can of peas
But the best thing in my life is free
My fantasies
Jamie Madrox
Well basicaly, my Ghetto Fantasy has gotta be
a way to get me and my people outta this society
Im 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 im ruthless, and I gotta gets whats mines
And im breakin fools off in the drive-thru and now what?
Myzery
My Ghetto Fantasys to roll wit a million Gs
Rydas like me, ready to die like me
Blazin pounds of weed til my fckin eyes bleed
Menageatroiss like mu fckers 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 fckin vein And thats real yall