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feat. Infamous 2-0, Lil' Fate, Three-6 Mafia)
Hook 3x
GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep, GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
IF YOU'RE TIRED BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP, hoe to sleep
Ludacris
Maaan, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys h*t; a ten HUUUT!
I send Three-Six ol' sheeyit, nigg* WHAAAT?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or hell you would
Infamous 2-0
nigg* I got shotty's and semi's - I love 'dro and Henne' ?
All brown and skinny, but I've fked up so many
I got QP's and halves - if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask t*t (Titi boi), I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much; I had to off the b*tch
2-0, Mr. Crayola; know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you f*gg*t-muth*fkas gotta know the routine
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Crunchy Black
b*tch it's me again, kickin' in your fkin' doors
I look for div-idends - I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You b*tch can't com-prehend; let me put one in ya bro
Let me put one in ya bro, so you can go to sleep
So, lay down b*tch; gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boi
It don't mean a thing, boi, for me that ain't gon' swing, boi
Them god d*mn toys; do you know what I mean, boi?
DJ Paul
Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them Three-Six
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigg*
Or bustin' massive 'round some S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fked yo' cascade
I'm strippin' girls and I'ma ball fker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigg* 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his d*ck off in his fkin' mouth
We Memphis
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Juicy J
North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound
nigg* we be smokin' lite; never Cha Cha Charlie Brown
Memphis in this b*tch; pockets full, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigg* 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fk you hoe!"
rollin' Optimo, snortin' that white s**t up they nose
Mayne this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fk; catch me in the lost and found
Lil' Fate
Better use common sense checkin' me out for b*tch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without my tongue licks, behind me gettin' handcuffed by a sl*t
Look, I'm from Gittero what?
Southside throw it up when it's time to get buck
in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigg* that's new to make it up
As in, ain't no askin'; it's no tolerance as long b*tch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get'chu basically eternally resting
So abide by the code of the streets
If ya got a b*tch better keep her on a leash
Cuz Lil' Fate gonna creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets
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