Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleep, artist - 2Pac. Album song Pac's Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amaru Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
Sleep |
Don’t fall asleep |
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep |
Other niggas close there eyes seeing dreams in they sleep |
But don’t fall a sleep |
Don’t fall asleep |
You can get your cash on |
(Verse One: Tupac) |
Pictures of plenty |
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 |
Niggas die with open eyes |
Scared to take a nap |
It’s a trap |
A long maze |
Dreamin' of getting stacks |
Makin' scratch the wrong way |
What song says |
We murder motherfuckas daily |
Black out |
Blow the the track out |
My lyrics never fail me |
I inhale strong weed |
Then release the stress |
Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West |
Like Yayo |
Niggas pull out |
When I say so |
Commence to poppin' |
Motherfuckers copy it’s fatal |
Efficiently I delete and flee |
The art of war living sucka free |
Get with me |
Mutherfuckers just don’t sleep |
(Verse Two: Young Buck) |
I’m staring through my rear-view doing 'bout 90 |
The pedal to the metal |
So I can’t see what’s behind me |
Buckle up your seat belt |
Eyes on the road |
They know we riding dirty got playa hiding Gold |
They go down to the projects, the clubs been closed |
And then they wonder why niggas braking down O’s |
I’m a runaway slave |
You get it nigga, off the chain |
I got that Thug Life shit running through my veins |
And now they scared |
They knowing that I’ve been heaven sent |
And yeah we know the dop coming from the President |
But look at us |
We ain’t got shit to lose |
The life 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 with my heat |
So don’t fall asleep |
Come on nigga |
(Chorus x2) |
(Verse Three: Chamillionare) |
They say that the more they hate you |
The more that it motivates you |
My minds set on crime, my mentals set on the paper |
62 hours and counting and I’m still awake |
And they slipping me sleeping pill’s with the will I break |
Broke niggas always telling you how to make your cash and just |
So I just stop listening and now my cash is up |
Red dotted the media they always mad at us |
I don’t see them trying to mediate when they get they Gat’s and bust |
They just instigating as soon as they get the tape, it’s dropped |
And my niggas locked as soon as they get the case |
Personally I ain’t tripping on all that rapping stuff |
I’m taking back my money counter’s wasn’t fast enough |
Yup |
I got a couple problems |
And none of them is money |
and pretend they love me and say they buddies |
Sometimes I want to mauve with the Ruger |
Kill ya like Freddie Kruger |
These nightmare’s just ain’t as bloody |
The media they always asking me what my passion is (And) |
Money talks to I always have voice to answer this |
I can’t relax cause it’s like I’m a fetty activist |
See me on T. V never a mattress |
(Chorus repeated till end) |
Don’t go to sleep nigga |
Don’t close your eyes |
Don’t go to sleep |
Sleep baby |