Who’s Sleeping lyrics

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayo who sleeping on Bleek? n*gga, wake his ass up!
I'ma show 'em all the money and the ass I pass up
How I'm N-Y deep, who snitched to NYP
You b*tches been dropping D's Since '86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips when I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing n*ggas but ain't really done sh*t
I'm loco, tote the 4-4, Smoke El Producto
Drow flow, blow the smoke slow and holler f*ck hoes
It's cash and money, nines grab the green weed (exactly!)
One shot lives and daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash, mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched, front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught, son
Never on the run and stack mail by the tons, son!

[Chorus: Reb]
Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh*t, hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit, give a f*ck who you with
We them n*ggas coming through, locking down your strips
Some real n*ggas that walk around with guns on their hips!
Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh*t, hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit, give a f*ck who you with
We them n*ggas coming through, locking down your strips
Some real n*ggas that walk around with guns on their hips!
[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
I live my life now like none of y'all faggots
You keep fronting like that? I'ma let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn, when I wake up the war's on
For the bread, butter and chips sh*t...I go to war for 'em
Tinted my whip now, these cops ride di*k now
Money spend now. I move work through my pen pal
n*ggas hate Bleek cause I live through this sh*t
You n*ggas keep hating 'cause I could deal with this sh*t
I'm a street individual. Sold-it-all criminal
Weed just a minimum. I'm a M-P emblem
Roc syndicate and flips in the block
Regardless if I been or not, you call it I lick a shot
I'm street wise, went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here? Contact these guys!
Let 'em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 n*ggas 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

[Chorus: Reb]
Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh*t, hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit, give a f*ck who you with
We them n*ggas coming through, locking down your strips
Some real n*ggas that walk around with guns on their hips!
Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh*t, hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit, give a f*ck who you with
We them n*ggas coming through, locking down your strips
Some real n*ggas that walk around with guns on their hips!