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Last night I had a dream that I woke up deadA motherfucker put some money on my headCold sweat, wide awake in my bedI guess I shoulda’ took my medsI’m so sedated, self medicatedHoping that the threats on my life are never predicatedIf this is the price of fame, I should of hesitatedI don’t wanna die in the streets, I’m too educatedThe type of shit you need a vest forThe type of shit that can’t be fixed with high test scoresGetting pressed more, as the fame buildsBut my shrink keep prescribing me the same pillsCan’t kill a motherfucker just for lookin’ at meEven though I know his ass is plottin’ when he lookin’ at meStatute of limitations on a murder isNon-existent, if I hit him, I’ll be serving yearsThis morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the headFinally got me, that’s what they said, this morning I woke up deadThis morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the headFinally got me, that’s what they said, this morning I woke up deadFor years I've been having dreams that I get shotThen them niggas go runnin’ up the blockMe and Terry just chillin’ at the spotThey pull up in the cutlass, start bustin’, then I dropLetras de cancionesStart running, I collapse on the cornerNeighbors start yellin’, somebody call the coronerStanding over me, blood on my denimKinda like Omar did Snoop when he hit ‘emWreath wrapped up in blue ribbonNobody at the funeral, knew that I was crippin’Well I’m not, but on the block, who isn’t?If you kick it’ on the spot, then it don’t make a differenceYou can get shot just because you with em’And every cop thinkin’ that you fit the descriptionGettin’ older as my life get’s shorterLivin’ with Post Traumatic Stress DisorderThis morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the headFinally got me, that’s what they said, this morning I woke up deadThis morning I woke up dead, comatose, two shots to the headFinally got me, that’s what they said, this morning I woke up deadI asked my Momma not to move up out the hoodShe fucked around and she moved to InglewoodAnd to her, everything is all good‘Cause she doesn't understand, if she never understoodNiggas lookin’ at me all crazyI’m standing on the corner with my babyReady for whatever, ‘cause that’s how the streets made meAin't a fuckin’ thing changed in this city since the ‘80s From Letras Mania