A Real Bad Dream

I went to sleep kinds early on a Friday night
 Trying to catch me some z's instead of caught me a fright
 I fell into a dream of me being deep in the gang
 Slanging, gang banging, you know what I'm saying right
 I'm staying on the corner with amount full of guns
 Fresh from the store, flashing my bankroll
 Every day I'm in a doogie suit taking a look
 And if I had to, it ain't nothing for me to shoot
 Boom, boom, boom, in the game that's how you with it
 13, now I'm 14, I'm a kingpin
 I'm tossing and turning saying mad what will it be then
 And if it don't, I'll probably choking on a Mack 10
 Somebody hit me on the phone
 [Telephone rings, picks up the phone] Hello?
 (Hey yo, Kris, man. Casey's got got smoked. Yeah man)
 Man, now I'm tossing and turning up more
 Cause somebody told me that my homie just got smoked
 I'm glad this ain't the real deal 'cause if it was
 A nigga like the miggity Mac would've took weeks comes
 And I ain't with a stealing of chilling of getting a tag
 I never, ever have to come close to a body bag
 I'm glad we didn't get caught up and did the right thing
 Cause that life's a nightmare, a real bad dream
 A real bad dream
 A real bad dream
 A real bad dream
 Break 'em off some