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50 cent – dreaming lyrics

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[intro:]
n-gg-s crazy! (keep on dreeeaamin’…)
think they gon’ catch sleepin’! (keep on dreeeaamin’…)
i’m on point n-gg-! (i said keep on dreeeaamin’…)
24/7, ya heard? (hehe!)

[chorus:]
hey day-dreamer, i see you dreaming!
i c-ck my strap! – i see you scheming!
i want you to try me, n-gg- i’m fiending,
to pop my sh-t – then forever your sleeping!

when robberies – done in properly
it turns into murder one, one, one!
move properly; or get drop see,
come at me wrong and your done, done, done!

[verse 1:]
no two face or mean mug! no mask, no gloves!
picture in my peripheral, i tearing you up!
i’m watching! – you pro’ly got my eyes wide shut,
i’m waiting for you to cross the line and get bucked!
i lean in the lotus take off like a rocket
got your b-tch outta pocket, my hustle you can’t knock it!
i got paper like a city bank! – n-gg- you need a loan!
got a brain! – use your brain or get your brains blown!
watch my watch tic-toc and get popped,
see my chain gleam, scheme, and get met with the beam ‘kno’imean?
i’m not a freshman! i’m a senior, year, head of my cl-ss!
i put a hollowtip head in your -ss!
you try to jam me, thinking i’m candy, ain’t nothing sweet
i run the streets with all sorts of heat!
you try to eat try elsewhere! – my presence is felt here!
you won’t need welfare! – your -ss will get melt here! – n-gg- yeah!

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
test me; you wanna die? – murder aluminia,
fresh out the projects the chain on my neck!
it’s off limits, touch it touch the sky!
touch it i send you to your dead homies to say: “hi!”
i work n-gg-s in the fractions, i’m down for that action
talk that (chubba/jabba?) talk – til i come with that colt!
then it’s: “bye-bye! close your eyes learn to fly!”
“why go through it? why try test i?”
when you know i ain’t rap, right? i’m strapped, right?
2-4-7 3-6-5 i’m outside!
steady mobbin’, i’m all in, i’m not the one you robbing,
have me creeping crawling? sh-ll cases falling!
bullet hit your leg, break your limb!
bullets h-t your chest, make you slim!
bullets fly and run away from them!
bullets miss ya hit your closest friend!
you p-ssy man! – you should have gave your toast to him! (f-ck ya sucker!)

[chorus]


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