*featuring Mobb Deep
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time
I wake up, I look up, shook up, say f***, put my hands on my nine
n***** I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night
I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Last night I had a vision of my dead friends in my sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see
They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head and hands cut off, oh s***, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets, checkin for my gun, I gotta stop smoking that haze or something, I kno I aint crazy, Ill go outside for some fresh air maybe, its 3 oclock in the night, the block is on fire, took my n**** bottle for a swig oh the fire, he told he just had seen the b**** a** n****, must be god thats keeping me from seein this n****, wanna crawl on me, and creep on me, cuz they kno better then to let me see him in front of me, outside the car, away from the police, Ill turn him into dreams, demons in my sleep
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 50 cent]
Every time I go to sleep its like I stroll down memory lane, and see the dirt Ive done before I quite the flame, if you can see what I see, you see me poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin, I pull out and pop off that thang, im usually hustlin, bubblin, slingin that caine, no matter the weather its sun snow sleet or its rain, see fiends got a habit, it hurts so they feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, Im chasin the paper, it simple im bout my bread, I c*** it and pop it your white tee will turn red, see n***** that know me, who owe me, they see me, they run, they know if I catch em I cut em for feed em my gun, its real in the field, n**** front and get yo cap peeled, with that nina, that check, that ??? on that mack meal, unload and reload, I live by the streets code, and pray to lord have mercy on my soul
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Havoc]
Keep havin these dreams, I think Im just losin my brain, I wake up in sweat, my girl think im sniffin that caine, I try to remember, but none of them ever the same, I dream of my brother, but never since he passed away, he talk to me, and I cant hear nothing he say, f*** it, go along with it, just be happy to see him, I think that n**** tryna tell me something though, when I see him I forget to ask him, f*** I wanan know
Probably tryna to tell me, your gun , it better blow, when you in the street, cant react slow, cuz n***** in this rap game, think s*** sweet, getting disrespectful like I wont push meat, should be poppin off in my dream but then I get caught, is he tryin to tell me so my soldiers cuz you a bust, n***** wanna see my down, I aint fraid of getting poked, d*** if I ever go broke
[Hook]
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time
I wake up, I look up, shook up, say f***, put my hands on my nine
n***** I cut, or we stuck, and they move, so we buck, they come back, in my dreams at night
I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Last night I had a vision of my dead friends in my sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see
They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head and hands cut off, oh s***, I had woke up buggin, sweatin bullets, checkin for my gun, I gotta stop smoking that haze or something, I kno I aint crazy, Ill go outside for some fresh air maybe, its 3 oclock in the night, the block is on fire, took my n**** bottle for a swig oh the fire, he told he just had seen the b**** a** n****, must be god thats keeping me from seein this n****, wanna crawl on me, and creep on me, cuz they kno better then to let me see him in front of me, outside the car, away from the police, Ill turn him into dreams, demons in my sleep
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 50 cent]
Every time I go to sleep its like I stroll down memory lane, and see the dirt Ive done before I quite the flame, if you can see what I see, you see me poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin, I pull out and pop off that thang, im usually hustlin, bubblin, slingin that caine, no matter the weather its sun snow sleet or its rain, see fiends got a habit, it hurts so they feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, Im chasin the paper, it simple im bout my bread, I c*** it and pop it your white tee will turn red, see n***** that know me, who owe me, they see me, they run, they know if I catch em I cut em for feed em my gun, its real in the field, n**** front and get yo cap peeled, with that nina, that check, that ??? on that mack meal, unload and reload, I live by the streets code, and pray to lord have mercy on my soul
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Havoc]
Keep havin these dreams, I think Im just losin my brain, I wake up in sweat, my girl think im sniffin that caine, I try to remember, but none of them ever the same, I dream of my brother, but never since he passed away, he talk to me, and I cant hear nothing he say, f*** it, go along with it, just be happy to see him, I think that n**** tryna tell me something though, when I see him I forget to ask him, f*** I wanan know
Probably tryna to tell me, your gun , it better blow, when you in the street, cant react slow, cuz n***** in this rap game, think s*** sweet, getting disrespectful like I wont push meat, should be poppin off in my dream but then I get caught, is he tryin to tell me so my soldiers cuz you a bust, n***** wanna see my down, I aint fraid of getting poked, d*** if I ever go broke
[Hook]