"Bad Dreams" as written by Dominick Lamb and Trevor Smith....
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream
This motherfucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he said)

[Devil]
Where it hurts
I'll leave you in a straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in Rome
Watch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh don't get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

[Busta]
Got me bugging on a whole another level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Seem like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren
And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven,
Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo its funny how the devils'll test us
But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions
Til I'm dead I'm always battling through
You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR


Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Bad Dreams" as written by Trevor Smith Daryl Lamb

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    General CommentI have the corrected lyrics...
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    [Busta Rhymes]
    Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
    Balling the club, now I'm drunk having a bad dream
    This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
    I never knew that I would see that day that I would meet the devil himself
    This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
    Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
    Well anyway, he plottin' to do it to me
    In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
    While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
    While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (he
    said)

    [Devil]
    I'ma hit you with the MAC where it hurts
    I'll leave you in a rucksack straight up leaking in the back of a church
    Then I'll go to your crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
    Leaving you old and decrepit like them ruins in Rome
    Watch your body shrivel up and turn your ashes to stone
    Fuck your flesh then I'ma suck the blood out your bone
    I be that nigga that'll torture your spouse
    And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

    [Busta]
    Got me bugging on a whole notha level
    Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
    Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
    Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
    Semi-chaotic like the typical storm
    So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
    The dream got my nose runny and shit
    Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
    Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
    She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing so hard in his sleep
    Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
    Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
    So now we fight in the name of my brethren
    And every blow connect during the fight you can hear the thunder roll into
    heaven,
    Ain't hell a deep breath of fresh air
    The devil's presence blows a cold draft leaving a scent of death in the air
    While my mind was reassembling now
    Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
    Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
    Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
    Yo its funny how the devils'll test us
    But if fully select, niggas bless with something some'll raggle with impressions
    Til I'm dead I'm always battling through
    You can't believe you cut my main vein that all my blood be traveling through
    Somebody gotta die, settle the score
    Because it's me or this nigga, I'm fighting to the death, I'm ready for WAR
    [devil laughing fades]
    TheDirgeon July 12, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt's "But if fully select, niggas bless with something some miraculous impressions"
    pidgon June 25, 2011   Link

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