Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepwalkers, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Date of issue: 09.11.2000
Song language: English
Sleepwalkers |
Woke up this mornin' fifty-five past six |
Eazy-muthafuckin-E with tha hard ass dick |
Nigga plottin', ahhhh |
Nigga schemin’so don’t wake me bitch cuz I’m dreamin |
1−8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up |
Snorin' like fuck, sleep in fear |
Cock my nine, and I’m out the window |
Drunk as fuck and high off that indo |
Nigga E, C-P-T, the O. G |
And I really don’t think u wanna fuck with me |
Nigga walkin half up with nine in hand |
I gives a mad fuck but they don’t understand |
I wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up |
Now back to the mutha fuckin set, creepin crawlin crawlin creepin |
Don’t get caught sleepin |
Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now |
Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, I’mma drop this 12-guage shell down |
On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so I’m cautious |
Catch a nigga sleep, six feet deep |
And scopin out peepin cause ya be makin me nauseous |
Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin you with this potion man |
Death runnin up from the left, Bang! |
#1 in this murder game, insane |
See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl |
Watch out for the nightfall, when them come, mo murder be a nigga style |
Mo murder, me comin to serve ya |
Judgement day, me reapin |
Lil Lay on the deep end |
So me flipped with a spiff and I caught them sleepin |
Eternally soldiers of the Clair, keep it ruthless, Mo Thugs |
Little Layzie ya big boss, wanna floss on this |
Gotta make that cheese, yeah nigga we gettin 'em |
Nigga let’s killa killa killa |
Bodies they count, me buckin em down, stay down |
Murder me style, me put em in the ground now way down |
Steady flip when I bang, bang, man |
Flippin I roll with me gun |
Still it’s itchin to bang, bang, hang |
And it’s all the same |
They willin to serve ya mo murder, mo murder |
They thinkin you tangle but when they get mangled |
Rip all of your soldiers scream, but no body heard ya |
Then pop in the clip if ya lettin me doze off, you lost |
Creepin, I’m drunk when I stalk me victim |
Sleepwalk with the intent to kill him |
Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood, put em in the mud |
Dont know what it was but his gut was still drippin off me fuckin gloves |
Then I got me strapped up, straight-jacked up, but man i’ll be reapin |
Creepin up under your dome, it’s seepin |
When the sawed off get to creepin, fall victim |
Me stalkin, chalkin up bloody victims |
Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga |
Put him in a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now |
Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down |
What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried |
P.O.D. |
d when it comes to ride |
Creep out your seat, but dont fall in the night |
Once inside, forgettin about remorse |
Tour curse’ll ride, cry now when I’m ready to lie down |
Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now |
I’ll pap pap puttin a clack back in a me gat |
Not never to mention never to mention |
It’ll be over when I take a nap, me deadly |
But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me |
And I’m on a mission on murder roll city to city without no pity |
Well I got a clique see |
My niggas up out of the woods reapin |
Peep me creepin out of the corner, who just got caught sleepin? |
Once the Mo comes up thers gonna be murder |
Killer when the night falls |
And it ain’t shit to kill cuz I really don’t love ya |
Don’t run, run, run, I like my knife |
Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life |
Straight-jakket is loose creepin up to get ya get ya |
But fo' mo killas #1, Leatherface, that psycho and that killa Ripsta |
Dippin me clip and me dumpin, me ditch ya |
Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches |
When I come hard let’s kill em all, niggas and bitches |
Leave no witnesses |