Shattered Dreams

[Intro: Pimp C]
UHH
Dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout?
Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon b
Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit
Knahmtalkinbout?
My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin?

[Hook: Sleepy Brown (Pimp C)]
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (My uncle told me I wasn't gon be shit)
It might not be all bad as it first seems... (I used to walk around with a bag full of rappers)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh
(Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make no record)
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah
(Then after I made the record, muh'fuckers said they would never give us no respect)
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (But now they tryna rap like us)
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... (Tryna be like us, tryna smell like us, knahmtalkinbout?)
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money (Check this out)

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Man I refuse to let the bitches take away my pride
Them hoes can lock my body up, but they can't lock my mind
See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes
I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride
I call some women bitches and I call some women whores
A bitch a dirty boar, a ho open up the pussy store
Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that
But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that
If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change
It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs
Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit
Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit
Just cause you sold your body don't mean you a ho for life
I got to speak it right for all the one that paid the price
But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life
But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right
(right...right..)

[Hook: Sleepy Brown]
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams (hmm...)
It might not be all bad as it first seems (hmm...)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
To all the babies havin' babies on ya' own
I know you feelin' fucked up and feelin all alone
I know ya people tellin you, "Ya fucked up your life"
Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight - uh!
And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope
I know ya family fucked up and it's your last rope
In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit
But ain't nuttin hap'nin but this twenty and this dime shit
And you the daddy wit lil' mama that's bout to have the baby
You wanna own ya team but niggas tellin you, "Ya crazy"
"What you thankin? You too young to have a family"
But all the moves ya makin, look like you a man to me!
When you get caught up man them niggas ain't gon ride witchu
But get down wit that girl and she gon keep it live witchu
But she gon help ya put your money up and save somethin
Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin
It's time to change sumthin

[Hook: Sleepy Brown]
You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams (hmm...)
It might not be all bad as it first seems (hmm...)
You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh
But all you got to do is believe
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho
You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah
I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
If you a ballplayer, man go 'head and play ball
Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall
I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA"
You tell them haters, "Save that bullshit for another day"
If you a sanger, lil' mama go 'head and sang ya song
Them hoes say, "You ain't gon make it", the funky bitch is wrong
You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong
Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin on
I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go
I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough
They want a rapper, I understand go 'head and chase ya dream
But chase too hard, give up the lord and end up like a fiend
Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God
But don't be ashamed and try to hide cause then you livin fraud
Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light
So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right
Right, right, right, right
So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right
...(Uh!)