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tha club house click - dreams lyrics

[hook]
dead dream, dead dream…
the hood ain’t no dream biatch

[verse 1: mac montese]
i’m havin’ bad dreams of bl–dy 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 sh-t
get down on my hands and knees and hopin’ that evil (?)

[verse 2: k!lla 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 b-lls, i call it tiger woods
one thing i wish, i wish a n-gga would
so you a running back, i got them powder packs
good thrax that’ll have yo -ss 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]
sh-t i dream about money and the way it make me come
see a b-tch can’t do sh-t 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 n-gga still can get it cause them choppers not a dream
drop a n-gga like a bad habit, with or without the beam

[verse 6: lord infamous]
i’m the scarecrow krueger, nightmare with a ruger
criminally insane inst-tutions 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 d-mn pirate
kinda hard to sleep when i slice off both yo eyelids

[hook]
dead dream, dead dream…
the hood ain’t no dream biatch

- tha club house click lyrics

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