2Pac – Don’t Sleep (GO Twice MIX) feat. Nutt-So, Lil’ Big, Outlaw Immortalz (1996)
Written by T. Shakur, D. Richardson, D. Arnaud, Lil’ Big, C. Craig, M. Greenidge, M. Beale, S. Cole, Y. Fula
Recorded: 1996
Studio: Mc Hammer Studios, Hollywood, California
Produced by Dat Nigga Daz & Chicago Craig / Remixed by GO Twice
– Drums: Dat Nigga Daz
– Live instruments: Chicago Craig
Lyrics:
[Chorus – Nutt-so]
Creepin through your window, nigga with your glock
Murder and pain come wit the game if you choose to roll
Kickin doughs, puttin holes in mothafuckas leavin hoes disposed of
Nigga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya 6 feet
Nigga don’t sleep
[Lil Big]
Don’t sleep cuz the boogeyman’s coming, grievin
Lurkin in the shadows can you hear me, breathin
Sittin on your set like I’m a demon, schemin
Lookin for a victim, I can see these two,two, threes (haha)
Cold betted my heart is freezing, declare war on me
And I’m a bring my mind and leave you to eat this
Swarmin like locusts, targets and focus
Hocus pocus, murders the case
Dumpin on them like Calvin Broadus
Murdered in the worst degree
Smokin purposely, fucked off this old circuitry
Check the hearse and see how
You will unleash me, B.I.G.
Muthafuckaz that since make the list
Other endangered species
Sleep these, niggaz like sound the next rock-a-bye
Close your eyes, go to sleep
Now muthafucka DIE
Drinkin squeeze, two two threes
Rid all of them like them fakes
Murder scene for deceased
Another miss and make
[Napolean]
It don’t quit it don’t stop
You pay a bitch
I’ll pay a crooked cop
Then hustle on the block, and stack my money that
I future plot, young Napolean
Napoleon, it’s on it’s on again
Liquor shit touch my liver, tell me will it ever end
I’m tired a’ mournin,
Wake up to anotha dead in the mornin,
Pray ‘fore I went to bed, still woke up dreamin lead
Bitches and 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 mothafuckas leavin hoes disposed of
Nigga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya 6 feet
Nigga don’t sleep
[Kadafi]
I blast first they body
Like my guns in varieties,
Runnin wit the real big willies 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 niggas like pimples nigga nuttin simple bout mine,
Etch a sketch it, dumpin on all you punks at intersections,
Day in and day out aint no easy way out no easy exits
Don’t sleep
[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 fuck that I’m a souljah,
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 bitch niggas creep
Why the fuck should I sleep?
[Nutt-so]
Dumpin on mothafuckas at random
Rapidly, wit accuracy, they shouldn’t a’ talked bad to me
it had to be, a mothafuckin murda
I’m glad to be, the nigga that did the murder
So sad to see, another mothafucka dead, layin in red
Wit a big ass hole in his head, recieved by a thug nigga, no love
As I bloodied up his mothafuckin 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 nigga,
And I betcha, he got wet up, dont sleep cuz you fuckin wit realest nigga
You jeopardisin lives when you fuckin wit souljahs
Fucked him up with extendo know this not with the sticks mothafucka (ahh shit, haha)
It’s game ova
[2Pac]
When I
Enter the first zone
Worst known mic hold up
My hummer roll up
Evacuatin strapped soldiers, inside strategy
Manifesting military styles casualty tragedy
When niggas battle me, my prophesized prediction, switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch, and watch ’em start snitchin
I keep spittin, still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug living, hell or prison
My ammunition varies, my voice carries
Watch me invite the whole world, me and the mob getting married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark, just as expected
A trick bitch, where is your heart
You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz on yo head, niggas all the same
Except, some want more outta life than stress
We still thuggin ’til there’s none left
Don’t sleep
[Chorus – Nutt-so]
Murder and pain come wit the game if you choose to roll
Kickin doughs, puttin holes in mothafuckas leavin hoes disposed of
Nigga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya 6 feet
Nigga don’t sleep
Murder and pain come wit the game if you choose to roll
Kickin doughs, puttin holes in mothafuckas leavin hoes disposed of
Nigga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya 6 feet
Nigga don’t sleep
