Dreams

Lyrics

[Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream BIATCH [Verse 1: Mac Montese] I'm havin' bad dreams of bloody murder with them visions in my sleep Wakin' up every second, thinkin' 'bout where I been and who I be Is it my imagination? Got me facin' evil thoughts Deep down in my mind I'm seein' signs, feels like I'm on the cross So much pain, an inner rage, feels like I'm locked in a cage Preparin' for the worst and hopin' for the best is how I play Now I see it's just a dream, more like a nightmare and shit Get down on my hands and knees and hopin' that evil (?) [Verse 2: Killa D] In my dreams back in school I could've been a quarterback Now I can take you to the hood and get a quarter sack Icy white golf balls, I call it Tiger Woods One thing I wish, I wish a nigga would So you a running back, I got them powder packs Good Thrax that'll have yo ass runnin' back Okay you play center, I chop it in the blender I had (?) frontline to center [Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream BIATCH [Verse 3: Slim Money] [Verse 4: C-Mob] I'm havin' night terrors, they comin' in quite clearer Sometimes I see wickedness in my reflection, I never liked mirrors Sometimes I feel like I'm livin' inside of a prison constructed inside of my brain A deadly game, a chess against myself, right now I'm survivin' the game I gotta get away, gotta free my mind, I feel like I'm chained to this disorder If the earth ever split in four then I be the strangest in this quarter A man that's on a mission, don't try to test yo luck So if you see C-Mob comin' then you best give up [Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream BIATCH [Verse 5: II Tone] Shit I dream about money and the way it make me come See a bitch can't do shit unless she go and get me some Got me dreamin' like a Martin Luther; born to be a king Gotta cut you to the white meat if you try to cross my team See my dreams are kinda strange but yet I represent the struggle Wether day or night (?) show love to my brother Any nigga still can get it cause them choppers not a dream Drop a nigga like a bad habit, with or without the beam [Verse 6: Lord Infamous] I'm the Scarecrow Krueger, nightmare with a Ruger Criminally insane institutions and I'm the Führer Pop your inner medulla oblongata with the oozer You a walkin' corpse when the maniac stalk and chew ya Face off, Keyser deadly dictator, numb from atom bomb Saigon leavin' victims from Vietnam like some Agent Orange Lord the black beret rob for treasure like a damn pirate Kinda hard to sleep when I slice off both yo eyelids [Hook] Dead dream, dead dream... The hood ain't no dream BIATCH