Fes Taylor - I Had A Dream Lyrics
f/ Lon Dini[Fes Taylor]Aiyo the story starts back in Gary's AutopartsDeal about to go down, hold up, yo this nigga brought a NARCI seen son, he police, my man threw the joint to his goatee"You trying to sell me out "Yo son you know me"He starts sweating, nah, son, don't say a *****ing wordSet you out with a couple birds, nigga got the nerveCheck that dude right there, see if he wearing a wireYou a pig, then you feeling the fireOh shit! He a cop, tie him up, throw him in the closetMatter of fact, shoot him right here while this punk watchingSo you crossed me? Beg, plea, what could you offer me?You fade in a coffin, sleep, say goodbyeYou a snitch, why would the hood cry?I'ma end the problem right now so you should dieOne shot, send him to Haiti, my baby .380Maybe she crazy if ever you should play meFreeze, yo we got you surrounded, two shots from the pound hitYou softer than pancake when the pound kickCover the windows, gotta think of a planI ain't trying to sit in the can, the kid in a jamI ain't scared, ***** it, we already facing the chairSo we yelled out the window, "We got hostages in here!"[Interlude: Lon Dini and various others]Yo ***** turn everybody *****ing faces or I'ma murder you!Yo, yo, everybody face on the *****ing floor!Give me my *****ing money or I'ma *****ing kill everybody!This *****... (Yo sonny stop, man, we got ya family, they surrounded us){They heard that shit on the computer's everything)Word is bond, 'bout to ***** this whole shit down![Fes Taylor]Yo son I can't do life in jailThey gon' have to kill me, I'm going out with the MilliRide on these hillbilliesYou come any closer, I'ma kill one of these hostagesShotgun bullets that's bigger than sausagesAnd I will shoot 'em, right in the esophagusSon if I don't get a mother*****ing chopper quickYou got thirty minutes or I'ma shoot somebody every thirty secondsYou already know I got a dirty recordHeard he reckless, out of state cases when he shot a waitressTrying to get away, and, you trying my patienceYou playing with people's lives, have 'em looking in the eagle's eyesBrains on the wall, look like peach pieOne hostage tried to play brave, jumped on my man's backSo I shot one through his Braves cap, he laid backThis lady started screaming when she seen itCouldn't believe it, homeboy laying next to her bleedingThe front door flew open, smoke grenade blew up beside meShooting in the direction it came fromTried to see, heard footsteps, spinned around, heard somebody fallWalked over, my man with his head on the wallHe said, "Damn, son, you shot me"That's when they got me, "Stop! Freeze!", but I wouldn't drop the heat(Yo Fes look out!) That's when I noticed the beanAnd the second I got shot, that's when I woke up from the dream[Outro: Lon Dini (Fes Taylor)]Yo yo.. yo Fes.. wake up manWake up.. yo.. I need you to hold me down, GWe going to Gary's Autoparts..This nigga 'bout to buy like fifty guns, G(Gary's Autoparts?) G, hold me down(Yo I just had a dream about Gary's AutopartsYo, I just had a dream about that shit, homeyYo, don't ***** with that shit, manI'm telling you, I got a bad feeling, my nigga)Word? Damn, son, nigga got mad bread waiting for me, GBut you my nigga, manJust cuz you said that, I ain't *****ing with it
