(lady talking)  No matter how advanced medical technology becomes  many people still believe in the ancient healing arts  *fades out*    Verse 1:  I had a dream I came up on a key  Busted it down, nic'ed it 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 niggas 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 that same but just cost more dollars  Let my nigga's ride my Impala  Let's see if these hoes gone choose me   Without thinkin about dollars  Had a dream them keys cost a half a mil.  Moved away, found a bitch 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  Dont run off and smoke no dank-in  I dont 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 nigga who swung on me  Pointed my gun and he froze, He said: (it wasnt me, it wasnt me!!!)  Ugh, It was you, pulled the trigger he was through    (chorus)  Sahore, Sahore Sahore, Feel the doctor cure-ure-ure  (Feel the doctor cure)  Sahore, Sahore, Sahore, Fell the doctor cure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure-ure    Verse 2:  Months later got rid of that bitch  But she wasn't no crook, got rid of her cause she couldn't fuckin cook  I'm from the south so you know I cuss a hoe out  I had to tell another hoe to straight roll out  My outlook on female burned that summer  Thought every bitch 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,   Aint gone ask no questions, just gone draw out and bust it  And wit this sixteen shot Baretta  Wit my initials E.J. ingraved in big ol' muthafuckin letters  Learn, you can have money and not be at peace wit yo' self  Now-a-dayz you gotta watch every muthafuckin' step  Every move is costly, see in this drug game any muthafucka out here can croos  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 they call that shit greed, as I  proceed  I'm southern po' nigga, but in this dream I was a fiend for cash  Fancy clothes had my ass  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 u make it out alive  Ask that nigga that been robbed before and didn't die  And that dream about them key, the police one day gone hollar freeze    (chorus)    Straight from the southwest S.W.A.T.s  Y'all niggas dont know what's in these, yeah  Collage, Collage Park, E-Pat  Like dis here, yeah (ahhh)  We gone do dis here like dis here wit it, yeah