B.I.G. (Remastered)

→....←....↑....↓....↗....↘ →...←...↑...↓...↗...↘ →..←..↑..↓..↗..↘ →.←.↑.↓.↗.↘ (drum bit) (drum bit) (drum bit) (scratching vinyl) (scratching vinyl) [Hook] Ghetto dreams, hustle schemes, From the block to the top, that’s the theme. Runnin' hard, we ain't takin' no loss, Survivin' the struggle, like a boss. [Verse 1] Yeah, back in the day, streets cold as ice, Where a dollar and a dream meant rollin’ the dice. Brick walls tag-lined, city full of schemes, Where every shorty’s got big ghetto dreams. From the corner store, sellin’ packs for kicks, Little homie tryin’ to live in his Nike Air kicks. Mama workin’ nights, baby brother cryin’, While I’m out here, hands dirty, streets stay tryin’. [Hook] Ghetto dreams, hustle schemes, From the block to the top, that’s the theme. Runnin' hard, we ain't takin' no loss, Survivin' the struggle, like a boss. (drum bit) (drum bit) (drum bit) (scratching vinyl) (scratching vinyl) [Verse 2] Ridin’ the beat like a stolen ride, Learnin’ to hustle, keepin’ pain inside. Money, power – yeah, they taste so sweet, But I know the rules, keep your heat on the street. Lost some homies, fell to the wayside, Memories of days when we’d laugh and slide. Now it’s just shadows and alley lights, Holdin' tight to dreams through the hardest nights. [Hook] Ghetto dreams, hustle schemes, From the block to the top, that’s the theme. Runnin' hard, we ain't takin' no loss, Survivin' the struggle, like a boss. [Bridge] From the stoop to the skyline, grindin’ for mine, Dodgin' the sirens, life on the line. Streets got rules, it’s a cold code, But I’m here, one step from gold. [Outro] Ghetto dreams, hustle schemes, From the block to the top, that’s the theme. Runnin' hard, we ain't takin' no loss, Survivin' the struggle, like a boss. (drum bit) (drum bit) (scratching vinyl) (scratching vinyl) [END]