Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Sleep
Three 6 Mafia - Sleep слова песни
(ScareCrow)Please stay sleep, please stay sleepplease stay sleep, you niggas stay sleepSippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give bloodfrom the cup to the coffin lid grill Silence for singin some many six songs of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hellChristian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghettosuspension suspect a sent or no souls Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucialpast like Krueger`s is grossSatanic in scent were wrote on the scent it`s so sacred created by Lucifer slavesSilent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of protest a man-dayInfinite six, eternal the sixforever the six I sits outta da flamesSick minded soldiers wit sufferingsinging and searching to stable severe for some pain Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling crossed over the thorn on my venomous tipsSuch in the same antisocial by there is no sun daily as the right wipe on my lipsIndulge yourself with the posters and noisy money and drugs interior goldsI tell you how is your profitdemand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes (Gangsta Boo)I click so quick, my spells are slickI`m comin` again with much moreYou niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin` Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roesJust listen, I shouldn` have to mentionYo ass is in the click, you fell in the click cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitchYo peep this, my niggas be packin` artillery making yo ass whineI`m packin` this bomb ass car that`s robbin yo ass blind all the time You think I love you, never nigga I`m out to get my cheeseLike Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees?Smokin` out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my missionMy profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin`So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)You got a steaming matter lil` boy that want the lifestyle of rich Hook:Sleep baby sleepPrinces is all I dreamBeware of this cloud, cuz it is just too deepSleep baby sleep(DJ Paul)We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10The Mack-12 hit `em wit the Mack-11Catch ya slippin at the 7-11 Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7?Lily villains? couldn`t stop these hitscertainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya Game, really gotta wake `em up wit the piggy bankReally tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya houseBoo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couchGet `em up wit galled offWit da mother fucking shit we talkin` about Thug`d out, drugged out, alreadyGet `em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy Split it, doin` it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin` itPourin` it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitchWhile you thinking we slackin` up, we jackin` up yo fuckin shitEnemies from day one, but today sons, don`t last, so ball itWhere ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheapHangin low and standin` hi, stayin` hi, on the mutha fuckin street(Crunchy Black)Should I let a nigga live?Should I let a nigga die?I should watch a nigga cryWhile I sing dem lullabyAs da tears hit the floorDealin` shit, how not a roar?Crunchy Black is not a whoreAnd Raven Red and heavens doorAs I soar through yo lifeYou be beggin` for some ChristAint no mutha fuckin` ChristAll I wanna see is die(Juicy J)Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin` window paneMake sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brainDon`t make a move in ya room you better believe it`s a big surpriseNuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyesTie that bitch up wit the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up wit a beltChop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing leftPlease stay sleep! Hook