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Three 6 Mafia Kings Of Memphis (Volume 3) Sleep [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] |
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