Who's Sleeping Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo
Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his a*s up
I'm a show em all the money
And the a*s I pa*s up

How I'm N.Y. deep
Who snitched to N.Y.P.
(New York Police)
You bitches been dropping D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing niggaz
But ain't really done shit

I'm loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler f**k hoes

It's cash and money
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash

I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a f**k who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a f**k who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on

For the bread, butter and chips
Shit, I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride d**k now
Money spend now

I move work through my pen pal
Niggaz hate Bleek
'Cause I live through this shit
You niggaz keep hating
'Cause I could deal with this shit

I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
I'm a MP emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot

I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a f**k who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a f**k who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their hips

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