Sleep

(Lord Infamous)
 Please stay sleep, please stay sleep, please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
 Sippin On six murder minutes the sauce i give blood from the cup to the coffin lid grill
 silence for singin some many six songs of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell
 christian or rune my lithonia despite ghetto suspension suspect a sent or no souls
 sinister sins i decided distract on a ancient crucial past like Krueger's is gross
 satanic insent were wrote on the scent its so sacred created by lucifer slaves
 silent secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of protest a man days
 infinite six, eternal the six, forever the six, i sits out of the flames
 sick minded soldiers with suffering singing and searching to stable sever for some pain
 scarecrow was me i was sent from the ceiling crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
 such in the same antisocial by there is no sun daily as the right wipe on my lips
 indulge yourself with the posters and noisy money and drugs interior golds
 i tell you how is your profit demand if it gives the whole world the new dinners and clothes
 (Gangsta Boo)
 I click so quick
 my spells are slick
 im comin again with much more
 you niggas be jealous cause my profit sellin its fuckin yo bitch but niggaroes
 just listen, i shouldnt have to mention
 yo ass in the click
 you fell in the click cause you ran yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
 yo peep this my niggas be packin artillery makin yo ass whine
 im packin that bomb ass car thats robbin yo ass blind all the time
 you think i love you, never nigga im out to get my cheese
 like roger rabbit who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees
 smokin out, cause i needs to get high before i go on my mission
 my prophet soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin
 so listen nigga before you think you got a good bitch
 you got a steamin matter lil boy that want the lifestyle of rich
 (Chorus)
 Sleep Baby Sleep
 princes is all i dream
 beware of this cloud cause it is just to deep
 sleep baby sleep
 (Dj Paul)
 We creepin up on these hoes with the mac-10
 the mac-12 hit'em with the mac-11
 catch ya slippin at the 7-11
 put yo swords in the back of his cap send them straight to heaven, 7
 lilly villians couldnt stop these hits
 certainly when you fuck around with the three-6 mafia, on top a' ya
 game, really gotta wake 'em up with the piggy bank
 really though sissy hoe we up in ya house
 boo under the bed, crunchy behind the couch
 get 'em up with galled off
 with the muthafuckin shit we talkin bout, thugged out, drugged out,
 already, get 'em in they muthafuckin sleep like freddy
 split it, doin it, them muthafuckin niggas doin it
 pourin it, the muthafuckin posse bitch
 while you thinkin we slackin up, we jackin up yo fuckin shit
 enemies from day one, but todays' sons don't last so ball it
 where you runnin, the three-6 gunnin
 all bitches about to cheap
 hangin low and standin high, stayin high on the muthafuckin street
 (Crunchy Blac)
 Should i let a nigga live?
 should i let a nigga die?
 i should watch a nigga cry while i sing them lullaby
 as the tears hit the floor dealin shit how not a roar
 Crunchy Blac 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 muthafuckin christ
 all i wanna see is die
 (Juicy J)
 Yo sleep at night we comin through yo muthafuckin window pane
 make sure at night you shut it tight so the killer wont split yo brain
 dont make a move in yo room you better believe its a big surprise
 nothin but them two like a glock boy sick infrared between yo eyes
 tie that bitch up with the gray tape rest of the body wrap it up with a belt
 chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till you know theres nothin left
 Please stay sleep
 (Chorus)x2