| Don’t fall asleep
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| You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
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| Other niggas close there eyes seeing dreams in they sleep
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| But don’t fall a sleep
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| Don’t fall asleep
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| You can get your cash on
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| (Verse One: Tupac)
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| Pictures of plenty
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| Sippin' my glass full of Henny
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| Hands on my Semi —
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| — Automatic kill for pennies
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| Approach for contact
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| Cause I’m live I multiply
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| Soon as I open fire
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| Niggas die with open eyes
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| Scared to take a nap
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| It’s a trap
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| A long maze
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| Dreamin' of getting stacks
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| Makin' scratch the wrong way
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| What song says
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| We murder motherfuckas daily
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| Black out
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| Blow the the track out
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| My lyrics never fail me
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| I inhale strong weed
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| Then release the stress
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| Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West
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| Like Yayo
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| Niggas pull out
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| When I say so
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| Commence to poppin'
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| Motherfuckers copy it’s fatal
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| Efficiently I delete and flee
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| The art of war living sucka free
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| Get with me
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| Mutherfuckers just don’t sleep
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| (Verse Two: Young Buck)
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| I’m staring through my rear-view doing 'bout 90
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| The pedal to the metal
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| So I can’t see what’s behind me
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| Buckle up your seat belt
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| Eyes on the road
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| They know we riding dirty got playa hiding Gold
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| They go down to the projects, the clubs been closed
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| And then they wonder why niggas braking down O’s
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| I’m a runaway slave
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| You get it nigga, off the chain
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| I got that Thug Life shit running through my veins
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| And now they scared
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| They knowing that I’ve been heaven sent
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| And yeah we know the dop coming from the President
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| But look at us
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| We ain’t got shit to lose
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| The life we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes
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| In the Ghetto
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| Or better yet home-sweet-home
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| This is the land of the free, but to me that’s wrong
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| I’m on my way to the White House
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| Strapped with my heat
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| So don’t fall asleep
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| Come on nigga
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| (Chorus x2)
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| (Verse Three: Chamillionare)
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| They say that the more they hate you
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| The more that it motivates you
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| My minds set on crime, my mentals set on the paper
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| 62 hours and counting and I’m still awake
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| And they slipping me sleeping pill’s with the will I break
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| Broke niggas always telling you how to make your cash and just
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| So I just stop listening and now my cash is up
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| Red dotted the media they always mad at us
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| I don’t see them trying to mediate when they get they Gat’s and bust
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| They just instigating as soon as they get the tape, it’s dropped
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| And my niggas locked as soon as they get the case
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| Personally I ain’t tripping on all that rapping stuff
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| I’m taking back my money counter’s wasn’t fast enough
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| Yup
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| I got a couple problems
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| And none of them is money
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| and pretend they love me and say they buddies
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| Sometimes I want to mauve with the Ruger
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| Kill ya like Freddie Kruger
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| These nightmare’s just ain’t as bloody
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| The media they always asking me what my passion is (And)
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| Money talks to I always have voice to answer this
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| I can’t relax cause it’s like I’m a fetty activist
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| See me on T. V never a mattress
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| (Chorus repeated till end)
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| Don’t go to sleep nigga
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| Don’t close your eyes
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| Don’t go to sleep
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| Sleep baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleep , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Pac's Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп