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Sleep Lyrics

from Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis

"Sleep" is track #5 on the album Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis. It was written by Bridges, Christopher / Crawford, Shondrae L / Houston, Jordan / Beauregard, Paul / Carlton, Darnell / Wilson, Arbie / Sandimanie, Bobby.

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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
of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell
Silence for singin some many six songs
Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto
Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial
suspension suspect a sent or no souls
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
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
daily as the right wipe on my lips
Indulge yourself with the posters
I tell you how is your profit
and noisy money and drugs interior golds
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
Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes
You niggas be jealous 'cause my profit sellin'
'cause you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click
Smokin' out, 'cause I need to get high before I go on my mission
My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'

Sleep baby sleep
Princes is all I dream
Beware of this cloud, 'cause it is just too deep
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
Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits
Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house
Get 'em up wit galled off
Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy
Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch

[Crunchy Black]
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
While I sing dem lullaby
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
You be beggin' for some Christ
As I soar through yo life
Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I wanna see is die

[Juicy J]
rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt
Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape,
Please stay sleep!



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