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50 cent – nightmares lyrics


[hook: 50 cent]
i have nightmares, nightmares, all the time
i wake up, i look up, shook up, say f-ck, put my hands on my nine
n-gg-s 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 sh-t, i had woke up buggin, sweatin
bullets, checkin for my gun, i gotta stop smoking that haze or something, i kno
i aint crazy, i’ll go outside for some fresh air maybe, it’s 3 oclock in the
night, the block is on fire, took my n-gg- bottle for a swig oh the fire, he
told he just had seen the b-tch -ss n-gg-, must be god that’s keeping me from
seein this n-gg-, 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, i’ll
turn him into dreams, demons in my sleep


[verse 2: 50 cent]
every time i go to sleep its like i stroll down memory lane, and see the dirt
i’ve done before i quite the flame, if you can see what i see, you see me poppin
the chain, or you see me scr-ppin, i pull out and pop off that thang, im usually
hustlin, bubblin, slingin that ‘caine, no matter the weather its sun snow sleet
or it’s rain, see fiends got a habit, it hurts so they feedin they vein, and i
gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, i’m chasin the paper, it’ simple im
bout my bread, i c-ck it and pop it your white tee will turn red, see n-gg-s
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, it’s real in the field, n-gg- 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


[verse 3: havoc]
keep havin these dreams, i think i’m 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 p-ssed away, he talk to me, and
i can’t hear nothing he say, f-ck it, go along with it, just be happy to see
him, i think that n-gg- tryna tell me something though, when i see him i forget
to ask him, f-ck i wanan know
probably tryna to tell me, your gun , it better blow, when you in the street,
cant react slow, cuz n-gg-s in this rap game, think sh-t sweet, getting
disrespectful like i won’t 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-gg-s wanna
see my down, i aint ‘fraid of getting poked, d-mn if i ever go broke