Sleep lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
Please stay sleep, you n*ggas stay sleep

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I click so quick, my spells are slick
I'm comin' again with much more
You n*ggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin'
Its f*cking yo b*tch but Nig-ga-roes
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the clique, you fell in the click
Cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses b*tch
Yo peep this, my n*ggas 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 n*gga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the n*gga
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 n*gga before you think you got a convict (b*tch)
You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich
[Hook]
Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
We creepin' up on these hoes wit the Mac-10, the Mac-12
Hit 'em wit the Mac-11, catch ya slippin at the 7-11
Put the slugs in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven
Seven little villains couldn't stop the six
Certainly when ya f*ck around wit da Three Six
Mafia on top a ya
Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
Really tho, sissy ho, we up in ya house
Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
Get 'em up wit galled off
Wit da mother f*cking sh*t we talkin' about
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother f*cking sleep like Freddy
Split it, doin' it, them mutha f*ckin n*ggas doin' it
Pourin' it, the mutha f*ckin Posse b*tch
While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo f*ckin sh*t
Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
Where ya runnin'? Da Three Six gunnin'
All b*tches up out the Jeep
Hangin low and standin' high, stayin' high, on the mutha f*ckin' street
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
Should I let a n*gga live?
Should I let a n*gga die?
I should watch a n*gga cry
While I sing dem lullaby
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' sh*t, 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
Ain't no mutha f*ckin' Christ
All I wanna see is die

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
You sleep at night we comin' thru yo mothaf*ckin' window pane
Make sure at night you shut it tight so the killer won't 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 or a set infrared between ya eyes
Tie that b*tch up
With the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up with a belt
Chop, chop, chop
Cut the dead body up til ya know there's nothing left
Please stay sleep!

[Hook] 2x
Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep