Artist: Chill Rob G
Album:  Ride the Rhythm
Song:   Bad Dreams
                                      
   Verse
   
   (Bust it...now)
   
   This is a matter of utmost urgency
   You might even call it a police emergency
   Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G
   Wasn't sellin' out, they tried to murder me
   Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do
   Never let a sucker get too close to you
   Heard 'em comin', ducked behind the wall
   Then saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall
   Another bug creeped up the fire escape
   Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late
   Lookin' like a scene from Real Life Vice
   The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice
   Uzi does it, come to think of it
   Dude had a nine, but his wasn't as fast as mine
   I heard the phone ring, should I answer?
   This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer
   And that is the final stage, my primal rage
   Began to rise and I started to fantasize
   How many more might try to rush the door
   And blast their way in, hell, I ain't stayin'
   I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat
   Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets
   What else could it mean? I know it ain't Halloween
   The cross in the background burnin' made a ill scene
   First I was panicky, then I was angry
   One creep even had a rope ready to hang me
   Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti?
   You come and vic Rob G any time you're ready?
   Fuck that, they had me trapped so I rushed back
   They tried to bust me but they don't have enough caps
   I dipped, dived, slipped, slid, they missed me
   I had to move quick or they was bound to get me
   One bullet grazed me, that didn't phase me
   What could I say? I was havin' a fucked up day
   Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger
   I shouted "Now let me hear you say nigger!"
   Well anyway, nobody spoke or went for broke
   The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke
   And everything got quiet, I don't buy it
   Just a second ago we had a riot
   They must be plannin' attack or settin' a trap
   Whatever the case you won't get this black
   Now I'm on the edge and there's no denyin' it
   Whatever the hell might work I'm tryin' it
   Thought I was a target that they could get right quick
   But I ain't goin' out like no statistic
   Another number, made me wonder
   How many other brothers they've put under
   I sat in the dark real still for a long time
   Didn't make a sound cos I've got a strong mind
   Made my way to the street, it was daybreak
   Must've fallen asleep, but for Pete's sake
   I didn't see the enemy tryin' to put an end to me
   The night before, my finger trigger was sore
   I went in the house to get a fresh clip
   And then I woke up an' shit...
   
   (It's a bad dream, man. That's all, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
   Guess I was just buggin' or somethin', man...)