Don’t Sleep/Born First Die Later (GO Twice mix) lyrics

by

Method Man


[Chorus: Nutt-So]
Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothaf*ckas leavin' hoes disposed of
n*gga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
n*gga don’t sleep

[Verse 1: E.D.I Mean]
Now in my every way get murmuring, I'm on a quest to tease better sh*t
Positioned myself to pops states the path whatever dig
Nutt-So we got to live, we stepped ahead of these cowards
Half-hearted b*tch n*ggas that love the taste of the power
But it's only the chosen, as we continue on blowin' sh*t
Even in the afterlife, we still blast tonight
In plain do that n*gga shoulda stay truest
State of the war got go sleepin', no one leavin', now we eating

[Verse 2: Napoleon]
It don’t quit it, don’t stop
You pay a b*tch, I’ll pay a crooked cop
Then hustle on the block, and stack my money that I future plot
Young Napoleon, Napole-on, it’s on, it’s on again
When liquor sip touched my liver, tell me will it ever end
I’m tired of mournin'
Wake up to another dead in the mornin'
Pray ‘fore I went to bed, still woke up dreamin' lead
These b*tches and them vultures that surround my group
They wanna talk and drink a brew and claim they Thug Life too
[Chorus: Nutt-So]
Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothaf*ckas leavin' hoes disposed of
n*gga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
n*gga don’t sleep

[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]
I blast first to they body, like my guns in varieties
Runnin' wit' the real big willies, that you silly punks try to be
But front, doin' my walk-bys rollin' blunts
Hands on my nuts in a getaway car full’a stunts
Addicted to my nine, movin' like crime through time
Poppin' n*ggas like pimples, n*gga nuttin' simple 'bout mine
Etch a sketch it, dumpin' on all you punks at intersections
Day in and day out, ain't no easy way out on easy exits
Don’t sleep

[Verse 4: Kastro]
Walkin' dead in the back, passed out
My head talkin' to my damn self-stretched vexed
In my bed, and if I rest
How much I wanna bet how fast I fall over?
The edge on my face flat, but f*ck that I’m a soldier
Wide-open, tired of livin' lies got me locin'
On mama’s eyes, the drama side won’t stop 'til I smoke ’em, potent
So I’m chokin', floatin', on my feet
Since these b*tch n*ggas creep, why the f*ck should I sleep?
[Verse 5: Nutt-So]
Dumpin' on mothaf*ckas at random, rapidly
Wit' accuracy, they shouldn'ta' talked bad to me
It had to be, a mothaf*ckin' murder I’m glad to be
The n*gga that did the murder so sad to see
Another mothaf*cka dead, layin' in red
Wit' a big ass hole in his head, received by a thug (n*gga), no love
As I bloodied up his mothaf*ckin' mug picture
Snatched him up off the asphalt, then drove off to the hills positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
Twisted his cap off, wrapped him up in plastic
Slid to the edge, and dumped his ass off
Then notified his whole family, of this tragedy
Murdered 'em without askin' me, who did it
Catastrophe is how I left it and you won’t see the last of me n*gga
And I betcha, he got wet up, don't sleep
'Cause you f*ckin' wit' realest n*gga
You jeopardizin' lives when you f*ckin' wit' soldiers (I told ya)
f*cked him up with extendo know (Ahh sh*t, haha)
Not with the sticks mothaf*cka, it’s game over

[Verse 6: 2Pac]
When I enter the first zone, worst known mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifestin' military styles
Casual tragedy when n*ggas battle me
My prophecized prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and b*tch, and watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin', still stupid n*ggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'; Hell or prison
My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world me and the mob gettin' married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as suspected, a trick b*tch where is your heart
You mark, watch n*ggas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold your head n*ggas all the same
Except some who want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' 'til it's no one left
Don't sleep
[Chorus: Nutt-So]
Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothaf*ckas leavin' hoes disposed of
n*gga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
n*gga don’t sleep
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