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Versuri Three 6 Mafia - SLEEP
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 Please stay sleep, please stay sleep  
 please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep  
 Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood  
 from the cup to the coffin lid grill  
 Silence for singin some many six songs  
 of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell  
 Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto  
 suspension suspect a sent or no souls  
 Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial  
 past like Krueger's is gross  
 Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent  
 it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves  
 Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp  
 in the land of protest a man-day  
 Infinite six, eternal the six  
 forever the six I sits outta da flames  
 Sick minded soldiers wit suffering  
 singing and searching to stable severe for some pain  
 Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling  
 crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips  
 Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun  
 daily as the right wipe on my lips  
 Indulge yourself with the posters  
 and noisy money and drugs interior golds  
 I tell you how is your profit  
 demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes  
  
 [Gangsta Boo]  
 I click so quick, my spells are slick  
 I'm comin' again with much more  
 You niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin'  
 Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes  
 Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention  
 Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click  
 cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch  
 Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery making yo ass whine  
 I'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 cheese  
 Like 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 mission  
 My 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 sleep  
 Princes is all I dream  
 Beware of this cloud, cuz it is just too deep  
 Sleep baby sleep  
  
 [DJ Paul]  
 We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10  
 The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11  
 Catch 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 hits  
 certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya  
 Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank  
 Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house  
 Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch  
 Get 'em up wit galled off  
 Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about  
 Thug'd out, drugged out, already  
 Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy  
 Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it  
 Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch  
 While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit  
 Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it  
 Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheap  
 Hangin 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 cry  
 While I sing dem lullaby  
 As da tears hit the floor  
 Dealin' shit, how not a roar?  
 Crunchy Black is not a whore  
 And Raven Red and heavens door  
 As I soar through yo life  
 You be beggin' for some Christ  
 Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ  
 All I wanna see is die  
  
 [Juicy J]  
 Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane  
 Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brain  
 Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise  
 Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes  
 Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape,  
 rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt  
 Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing left  
 Please stay sleep!  
  
 [Hook
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