Correction Lyrics Don’t Sleep (Original Version) by Outlawz

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Don’t sleep 'cause the boogeyman’s coming, grievin'
Lurkin' in the shadows, can you hear me, breathin'?
sittin on your set like I’m a demon, schemin'
Lookin' for a victim, I can see these two, two, three easy (haha)
Cold-blooded my heart is freezing, declare war on me
And I’ma bring my mob and leave [?]
Swarmin' like locusts, targets and focus
Hocus pocus, murder's the case
Dumpin' on 'em like Calvin Broadus
Murdered in the worst degree
Smokin purposely, f**ked off this old circuitry
Check the hearse and see how
You will unleash me, B.I.G
Muthaf**kas p*ssed to make the list
Other endangered species
Sleep these n***as like sound the next rock-a-bye
Close your eyes, go to sleep
Now muthaf**ka die
Drinkin' squeeze, two, two, threes
Rid all of them like the snakes (these fakes)
Murder scene for deceased
Another miss and make

It don’t quit it, don’t stop
You pay a b*t*h, I’ll pay a crooked cop
Then hustle on the block, and stack my money that I future plot
Young Napoleon, Napole-on, it’s on, it’s on again
When liquor sip touched my liver, tell me will it ever end
I’m tired of mournin'
Wake up to another dead in the mornin'
Pray ‘fore I went to bed, still woke up dreamin' lead
These b*t*hes and them vultures that surround my group
They wanna talk and drink a brew and claim they Thug Life too

I blast first to they body, like my guns in varieties
Runnin' wit' the real big willies, that you silly punks try to be
But front, doin' my walk-bys rollin' blunts
Hands on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine, movin' like crime through time
Poppin' n***as like pimples, n***a nuttin' simple 'bout mine
Etch a sketch it, dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out, ain't no easy way out on easy exits
Don’t sleep

Walkin' dead in the back, passed out
My head talkin' to my damn self-stretched vexed
In my bed, and if I rest
How much I wanna bet how fast I fall over?
The edge on my face flat, but f**k that I’m a soldier
Wide-open, tired of livin' lies got me locin'
On mama’s eyes, the drama side won’t stop 'til I smoke ’em, potent
So I’m chokin', floatin', on my feet
Since these b*t*h n***as creep, why the f**k should I sleep?

Dumpin' on mothaf**kas at random, rapidly
Wit' accuracy, they shouldn't'a talked bad to me
It had to be, a mothaf**kin' murder I’m glad to be
The n***a that did the murder so sad to see
Another mothaf**ka dead, layin' in red
Wit' a big ass hole in his head, received by a thug (n***a), no love
As I bloodied up his mothaf**kin' mug picture
Snatched him up off the asphalt, then drove off to the hills positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Twisted his cap off, wrapped him up in plastic
Slid to the edge, and dumped his ass off
Then notified his whole family, of this tragedy
Murdered 'em without askin' me, who did it
Catastrophe is how I left it and you won’t see the last of me n***a
And I betcha, he got wet up, don't sleep
'Cause you f**kin' wit' realest n***a
You jeopardizin' lives when you f**kin' wit' soldiers (I told ya)
f**ked him up with extendo know (Ahh sh*t, haha)
Not with the sticks mothaf**ka, it’s game over

When I enter the first zone, worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifestin' military styles
Casual tragedy when n***as battle me
My prophecized prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and b*t*h, and watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin', still stupid n***as fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'; Hell or prison
My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world me and the mob gettin' married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as suspected, a trick b*t*h where is your heart
You mark, watch n***as fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold your head n***as all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til it's no one left
Don't sleep

Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothaf**kas leavin' hoes disposed of
n***a lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
n***a don’t sleep
Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothaf**kas leavin' hoes disposed of
n***a lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
n***a don’t sleep

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