couldn?t seem to find People are always telling me that I am one of a kind But that doesn?t mean shit to me I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AND FUCKING SLEEP
s on the prize Finger on the trigga when a nigga rides Shootin' craps Bustin' niggas out the door Pick my money off the floor God bless the tre-four Stuck
on tha prize finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides shootin' craps bustin' niggas out tha door pick my money off tha floor god bless tha tre-four stuck
motherfuckin middle finger RAISSSSE em up These hoes can't fade me, don't these bitches know we crazy? Thug Life, niggaz, be, the sickest You feel me? Now get that shit written down God damn! Took four
t around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger
preference for the latter Justified the germs burn cauterize the gashes after On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch On my right, one finger
the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned, who grew to sleep
cruise and ride tonight! Cause somebody's gonna die tonight! Possessed my evil team is givin a fuss so don't see me Have you sleeping with the mad maggots? Six feet deep! Four
s so vivid, it's easily four digits A day, when ya livin it way in too deep You invision the game in your sleep [Andre Nickatina:] Baby wake up, and
(Chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's
(Chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it
like to pop shit. When it comes to pullin' gums I might do it. But put your guard up Black And Iim a run right through it. Donit sleep on the side Thinkin
. Run your fingers down my spine Bring me a touch of bliss It sure feels right On a night like this. On a night like this I can't get any sleep, The
, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, Ca$h Money Click [Keith Murray] (I represent my click like a four-pound) [VERSE 2: Chris
money i don't keep talking then she slob on my nob like she retarded sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut two bitches four
