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Ah shit ha ha haWhen I enter the first zoneWorst known mic holderMy Hummer roll upEvacuating strapped soldiersInside strategyManifestin' military stylesCasually try da GWhen niggas battle meMy prophesied predictionSwitch and move positionsSeparated from his gun and bitchAnd watch 'em start snitchin'I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listenI personify this thug livin'Hell or prisonMy ammunition variesMy voice carriesWatch me invite the whole worldMe and the mob gettin' marriedIt seems all the fine screams pierce the darkLetras de cancionesThis is expectedA trick bitch where is your heartYou markWatch niggas fall when I call they nameWe outlaws hold your head niggas all the sameExcept some who want more out of life than stressWe still thuggin' 'til its none leftDon't sleep[Chorus: x2]We gon' rideKeep my pistol on my sideAlways creep wit' the nine when I ride (when I ride)Don't sleepBlowin' pineAlways hustlin' on the grindCause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)Don't sleepDumpin' on motherfuckers at randomRapidlyWit' accuracyThey shouldn't talk bad to meIt had to beA motherfuckin' murderI'm glad to beA nigga that did the murderSo sad to seeAnother motherfucker floatin'In plastic reefSleep wit' his head wide open (head smokin')Rapid releaseKeep the police coastin'CasualtiesWarrant in deep east Oakland (doors wide open)Yolk the nigga off the asphaltDrove off to the hillsPositioned him on his knees and blew the back offDeath with the lex rugerDeath to yaNiggas cry when the bullets flyKill and execute 'emI blast first 'til they body meLike my guns in varietyRunnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to beBut frontDoin' my walk by's rollin' a bluntHand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stuntsAddicted to my nineMovin' like crime through timePoppin' niggas like pimplesNigga nothin' simple 'bout mineEtch-a-sketchin'Dumpin' on all you punks at intersectionsDay in and day outAin't no easy way outs or easy exitsDon't sleep[Chorus: x2]G's upA-TownWhen I hit the streetAll I can see is the grindBlood sweat and tears when I bust my rhymeYeah I un- for my folk like I load my nineAnd when I let looseThen no crew standin' but mineI gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiestySame one knew I was in jail and didn't write meWanna fight me then come find meWhat eva you do shawty you betta think wiselyYou might see me wit' a stack in the trap (Aye)I use my thoughts and penSimilar to a saran wrapA lil' lame nigga I'll neva beYeah I'ma keep it gI'm from the Three and Scrap will neva' sleepAye[Chorus: x2]Don't SleepDon't sleep
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"Don't Sleep" as written by Delmar Drew Arnaud, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu Fula, Malcolm Greenidge, Chicago Craig, Darryl R. Richardson, Sean Cole, Mutah W. Beale
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