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2pac – don’t sleep lyrics

[verse 1: 2pac]
ahhh sh-t hahaha
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’; h-ll 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 outlaws 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]
we gon’ ride, keep my pistol on my side
always creep wit’ the nine when i ride (when i ride)
don’t sleep
blowin’ pine, always hustlin’ on the grind
’cause i gotta get mine all the time (all the time)
don’t sleep
we gon’ ride, keep my pistol on my side
always creep wit’ the nine when i ride (when i ride)
don’t sleep
blowin’ pine, always hustlin’ on the grind
’cause i gotta get mine all the time (all the time)

[verse 2: nutso]
dumpin’ on motherf-ckers at random, rapidly
wit’ accuracy, they shouldn’t talk, bad to me
it had to be a motherf-ckin’ murder, i’m glad to be
a n-gga that did the murder, so sad to see
another motherf-cker floatin’ in plastic reef
sleep wit’ his head wide open (head smokin’)
rapid release, keep the police coastin’
casualties warrant in deep east oakland (doors wide open)
yolk the n-gga off the asphalt
drove off to the hills, positioned him on his knees and blew the back off
death with the lex ruger, death to ya
n-ggas cry when the bullets fly, k!ll and execute ’em

[verse 3: yaki kadafi]
i blast first ’til they body me
like my guns in variety
runnin’ wit’ the real big w-ll–s you silly punks try to be
but front
doin’ my walk by’s rollin’ a blunt
hands on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts
addicted to my nine, movin’ like crime through time
poppin’ n-ggas like pimples n-gga, nothin’ simple ’bout mine
etch-a-sketchin’
dumpin’ on all you punks at intersections
day in and day out, ain’t no easy way outs for easy exits
don’t sleep

[verse 4: lil’ scr-ppy]
g’s up
a-town
when i hit the street, all i can see is the grind
blood sweat and tear, when i bust my rhyme
yeah i un- for my folk like i load my nine
and when i let loose, then no crew standin’ but mine
i gives a d-mn ’bout lame n-gga actin’ schiesty
same one knew i was in jail and didn’t write me
wanna fight me then come find me
what ever you do shawty you better think wisely
you might see me wit’ a stack in the trap (aye)
i use my thoughts and pen similar to a saran wrap
a lil’ lame n-gga i’ll never be
yeah i’ma keep it g i’m from the three and scr-p will never sleep
aye

- 2pac lyrics

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