Don't Go to Sleep - 2Pac feat. Daz & Kurupt

Pictures of plenty
Sippin' my glass full of henny
Hands on my semi-
Automatic kill for pennies
Approach for contact
Cause I'm live I multiply
Soon as I open fire
Niggas die wit' open eyes
Scare to take a nap
It's a trap a long maze
Dreamin' of gettin' stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What the song say
We murder motherfuckers daily
Black out blow the track out
My lyrics neva fail me

It's like a throne
That he dont even own
He won't sit down, given the crown
He just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king
But he don't rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds
Want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame don't want the loot
He's in it for the sport
Runnin circles round his
Competition on the court
He appreciates your support
But he ain't beggin' for it
And you can't love it you can
Hate it but you can't ignore it
You can't be that ignorant
But you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last joint
Or the one before it
And he was gonna raise
Hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you
Better come confront me for it

The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt
I'm sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later
Here come the drama, oh
That's that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face
Stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket

Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep

Don't go to sleep
You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep

Often, it's a young nigga, in a coffin
Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh
Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold
Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul
Don't cry, he chose the life
Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight
How you smile at a momma when she lost a child?

I inhale strong weed then release the stress
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
Like yay-yo
Nigga's pull out when I say so
Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal
Efficiently I delete then flee
The art of war
Livin' sucka free
Get wit' me
Motherfucker don't sleep

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep
Other niggas close they eyes
Seein' dreams in they sleep
But don't fall asleep



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