Sleep

[2pac:]

Quit starin' at me like a infa red nigga

Don't fall to sleep

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Other niggaz close they eyes

Seein' dreams in they sleep

But don't fall asleep

Don't fall to sleep

You can get ya cash on

Pictures of penny

Sippin' my glass full of henny

Hands on my semi-

Automatic kill for pennies

Approach for contact

Cause i'm live i multiply

Soon as i open fire

Niggaz die wit' open eyes

Scare to take a nap

It's a trap a long maze

Dreamin' of gettin' stacks

Makin' scratch the wrong way

What the song say

We murder motherfuckers daily

Black out blow the crack out

My lyrics neva fail me

I inhale strong weed then release the stress

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Like yay-yo

Niggaz pull out when i say so

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal

'fficiently i delete then flee

The art of war

Livin' sucka free

Get wit' me

Motherfucker don't sleep

[chorus x2: 2pac]

Don't go to sleep

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Other niggaz close they eyes

Seein' dreams in they sleep

But don't fall asleep

[young buck:]

I'm starin' thru my rear view

Doin' 'bout 90

The petal to the metal

So i can see what's behind me

Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road

They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go

They close down the projects the clubs been closed

And then they wonder why niggaz breakin down o's

I'm a run away slave

Ya get it nigga off the chain

I got that thug life shit runnin' thru my viens

And now they scare

They know that i been heaven sent

And yeah we know the dope comin' from the president

But look at us

We ain't got shit to lose

Feel like we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes

In the ghetto or better yet home sweet home

This is the land of the free

But to me that's wrong

I'm on my way to the white house strapped wit' my heat

So don't fall asleep

Come on niggaz

[chorus x2]

[chamillionaire:]

They say that the moe they hate ya the moe that it motivate ya

My mind set on grind my mental set on the paper

62 hours and countin' and i'm still awake

And they slippin' me sleepin' pills wit' the will i break

Broke nigga always tellin' ya how to make ya cash adjust

So i just stop listenin' and now my cash is up

Red dotted the media cause they always mad at us

I don't see 'em tryin' to mediate when we get gats and bust

They just instigate and as soon as the get the tape

It's dropped from my nigga life just as soon as they get the case

Personally i ain't trippin' on all this rappin' stuff

I'm takin' back my money counter cause it wasn't fast enough, yep

I got a couple problems (word) and none of 'em is money

Just those that love me to pretend to love me and say they buddies

Sometimes i want to maneuver with the ruger

To live like freddie krueger these nightmares just ain't as buddy

In meetings they always askin' what my passion is

(and the) money talks so i always have words to answer this (yep)

I can't relax cause its like i'm a fetti activist

Might see me on tv never a mat-tress

[chorus]

Don't go to sleep

[chorus]

Sleep banger

[chorus x2]