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    "Sleep" Lyrics

    Three 6 Mafia

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    [ScareCrow]
    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]
    This song was submitted on March 8th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Earl Lebieg.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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