Don’t Sleep lyrics

[Intro: Jay Reaper]
Dope D.O.D., Onyx
One, two, yeah we comin' for your crew
Three, four, my n*ggas knocking on your door
Five, six, we're p*ssed and we're equiped
Seven, eight, nine, ten, we comin so it's best you don't sleep

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
I hear you motherf*ckers is testin' me
They, wanna get the best of me
Best believe they won't let me breathe
So I need a little stress relief
I need little extra cheese
I need little extra weed
Before I lose my sh*t and make you b*tch ass n*gga rest in peace
Goddamn! Put the gun in my hand
n*gga I'mma blam like a mexican stand off
I'mma shut your straps so you can't talk
n*gga that check, hand off
I never been a fan, no
Rip that ass, I'm like Hanc*ck
These n*ggas is brain washed
That's why we're going hard and you stay soft

[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
Freddy Krueger left the building
Jason took the kids to camp
Trick or treat I pull the heat and show you how to rob a bank
Michael Myers came for Christmas
Chucky had some different plans
Guess that means I'm next in land to catch you with an empty tank
I'm a motherf*cker monster b*tch, lay eggs bigger than an ostrich
Oyster slam on my upper lip
Plastic Glock with a box of bricks
Hardcore crew with a bunch of hits
What's that ringing with a hundred chicks
No one back when she cross the bridge
They all lay flat when I pop the clip
[Verse 3: Fredro Starr]
Smoking blunts with Ted Bundy
Charles Manson drinking Miller's
Tell me what's your sign b*tch, I'm the Zodiac Killer
Yeah I'm the lady killer, b*tches call me Jack Ripper
n*ggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer 'cause I'm eating all you n*ggas
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, colostomy
Put a cut on your face like an apostrophe
Get a gun, I ain't no boxer to beat
.38 f*cking straighten up your posture G
I'll make a catastrophe, get skeet up with a ski mask for me
A runaway slave with a master keys
f*ck the world, you're going after me
Crime for a day, yeah purge's back
Killing these n*ggas with these murder raps
Steals on n*ggas, yeah burglars back
Push a n*gga f*cking wig further back
People's always told me I ain't sh*t
You know what b*tch? I ain't sh*t
Put a gun to your head, now watch your brain
That's what I'm painting that wall with

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
Hmmm, what's worse than killing you?
Let you live, life would be miserable
Look at you, you're f*cking pitiful
Stop, know we n*ggas bringing death to you
Beat with fists on tell who running
Think of your child, what you wanna do for it?
Your face, my fist or get a gun
Think you know me? Just get you a blunt
God struck you punch, dudes see me up
n*ggas do a lot of sound for a loot or money
Squad must be runnin', they ain't see it coming
n*ggas give it up or they ain't getting sh*t from me
Hocus pocus, you should be gone
Abracadabra now you see, now you don't
I'll make you disappear right into thin air
Shoot you in Hell with this sawn off right here