Schoolly D - Your Worst Nightmare lyrics

[sound of heart beating] Yo man Yo man, what's up? What's your worst nightmare? Is this it? [steps are heard] - Yo hus, I like the 8Ball jacket - Yeah yo, it's dope, give it up, s**er - Nah man... nah man [brawl ensues Shots are fired Body drops Heartbeat sounds stop Flatline is heard] (Hey yeah Hey, hey yeah) Your worst nightmare is a young g**ner [x3] (Funkyeeee... yeah) I said peace to a brother and then I shot him I pulled away, I know that I got him Then I rolled up the cheeba-cheeba That's all a brother like me really needed Why I did it, or really why I done it? I don't know why, but the game, I run it Thinkin way back how the story was told Gettin (funkeeee) when I was 12 years old I didn't give a damn about tyin no thether All I needed was the nine millimeter All my homies has been some thugs To make a little money we sold a little d** PSK, just makin that big green A rough brother at the age of 16 But nowadays I'm a dope rap singer Your worst nightmare is a young g**ner (Funkyeeee... yeah) Your worst nightmare is a young g**ner [x4] A shoe-shine n***a I never will be When you gonna ever let a brother be free? What up with that (funkeeee) that I see When I turn on my TV? Cause if you think a young brother really care About a brother livin in Bel Air Hell no, I'm straight from the ghetto Smoke a little weed just to stay a little mellow A Asiatic blackman, you understand Because I'm rich you think that I'm a dopeman I hear your laughter everytime that I say that But you won't laugh when I pull on the git-gat You rather see me pickin yo cotton Than a young blackman clickin and clockin G's, cause I'm a dope rap singer Your worst nightmare a young g**ner (Funkyeeee... yeah) Your worst nightmare is a young g**ner [x4] (s**er) (Funkyeeee) (Hey yeah) (Funkyeeee... yeah) (Hey yeah) [scratching of ] (Funkeeee) (Bust a funky rap) [guest rapper] Listen up, hard teachin go down from the wild side School didn't do it, so what, gotta try Crime - in this game yourself that's all you got If you're soft, hard, the most times end up smooth shot So now you're deep, you're down Clear the line one time to trip and slip And when you slip you're slidin right to a grave You shoulda learned at school cause the d** made you a slave (Yeah) s**er [scratching of ] (Funkeeee) (Hey yeah) (Your worst nightmare is a young g**ner) [scratching of ] (Funkeeee) (Hey yeah)