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letra de bad dreams - busta rhymes

yo me and my n-gg-s and my clique be getting mad cream
balling the club, now i’m drunk having a bad dream
this mothaf-cker tried to greet me with wealth
i never knew that i would see that day
that i would meet the devil himself
this n-gg- 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 sh-t to me
while he spoke a couple of fires would spark
while he sat in the shadow talking his sh-t we watch the sky getting dark
(he said)

[incomprehensible] where it hurts
i’ll leave you in a [incomprehensible]
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 -sses to smoke
f-ck your flesh, don’t get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
i be that n-gg- that’ll torture your spouse
and leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house

got me bugging on a whole notha level
tell me how the f-ck a n-gg- really end up having beef with the devil
sh-t bomb the whole effect the n-gg- 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 n-gg- felt it in the physical form
the dream got my nose runny and sh-t
eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and sh-t

giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
she bugging off how a n-gg- just sweating and breathing
so hard in his sleep
determined to conquer this n-gg- 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 h-ll 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 re-ssembling now
simultaneous wifey watching a n-gg- body trembling now
couldn’t conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
stabbing a n-gg- with the same bone he ripped from his head
yo it’s funny how the devils’ll test us

but if fully select, n-gg-s 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 n-gg-
i’m fighting to the death, i’m ready for war

- busta rhymes

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