Текст песни Sleep

Please stay sleep, please stay sleep

please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep

Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood

from the cup to the coffin lid grill

Silence for singin some many six songs

of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell

Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto

suspension suspect a sent or no souls

Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial

past like Krueger's is gross

Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent

it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves

Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp

in the land of protest a man-day

Infinite six, eternal the six

forever the six I sits outta da flames

Sick minded soldiers wit suffering

singing and searching to stable severe for some pain

Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling

crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips

Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun

daily as the right wipe on my lips

Indulge yourself with the posters

and noisy money and drugs interior golds

I tell you how is your profit

demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes

[Gangsta Boo]

I click so quick, my spells are slick

I'm comin' again with much more

You niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin'

Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes

Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention

Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click

cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch

Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery making yo ass whine

I'm packin' this bomb ass car that's robbin yo ass blind all the time

You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese

Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees?

Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission

My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'

So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)

You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich

[Hook:]

Sleep baby sleep

Princes is all I dream

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Sleep baby sleep

[DJ Paul]

We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10

The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11

Catch ya slippin at the 7-11

Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7

Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits

certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya

Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank

Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house

Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch

Get 'em up wit galled off

Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about

Thug'd out, drugged out, already

Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy

Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it

Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch

While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit

Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it

Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheap

Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street

[Crunchy Black]

Should I let a nigga live?

Should I let a nigga die?

I should watch a nigga cry

While I sing dem lullaby

As da tears hit the floor

Dealin' shit, how not a roar?

Crunchy Black is not a whore

And Raven Red and heavens door

As I soar through yo life

You be beggin' for some Christ

Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ

All I wanna see is die

[Juicy J]

Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane

Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brain

Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise

Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes

Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape,

rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt

Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing left

Please stay sleep!

[Hook]

Three 6 Mafia Sleep