Hope You Niggas Sleep Lyrics

Hope You Niggas Sleep lyrics

[Biggie] 

 Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger 

 Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya 

 Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser 

 Watch me erase ya, misplace ya 

 Put you in the back with the derelicts 

 Yeah, I pop plenty shit 

 Chump, I'm making hits 

 No time for the crack rock and shit 

 Took it to another level 

 Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils 

 Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree 

 Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me 

 Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass 

 Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass 

 The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop 

 Getting props, proving nobody drops 

 Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit 

 And niggas just can't understand it 

 I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton 

 You know my shit is hitting 

 Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls 

 Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers 

 For the burner, catch a body 

 I got styles like karate 

 Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you 

 Like a cantaloupe 

 Hope you got a rope to hang yourself 

 I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else 

 Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop 

 Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop 

 What you think I'm stupid 

 My crew is mad deep 

 I hope you niggas sleep 

 

 [B.G.] 

 I throw a bomb through you window 

 Burn you up and your hoe 

 I catch your mama going to therapy 

 And cut her throat 

 You lil' sister walking home from school 

 I abduct her, then I fuck her 

 I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger 

 BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker 

 I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters 

 Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my nigga 

 I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on 

 

 [Big Tymer] 

 Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banginhg 

 Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper 

 Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em 

 Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em 

 Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine 

 Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine 

 That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets 

 And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep 

 

 [Juvenile] 

 I remember when niggaz slang heroin up in balloons 

 I paid attention to everything , from killings to cartoons 

 Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch 

 on some ol' nigga fuck wit me I'ma do 'em shit 

 Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him 

 Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em 

 I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey 

 Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary 

 Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me 

 I been out doing it for years, since elementary 

 Real good relationship with guns and drugs 

 Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs 

 Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs 

 I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club 

 Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub 

 Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love 

 

 [Turk] 

 I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with 

 Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split 

 They die quick, fuckin' with Turk, wodie get whacked 

 Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back 

 and trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me 

 Fuck that, I bust back with 223 

 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep 

 Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split 

 

 [Lil' Wayne] 

 Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy 

 Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em 

 I'm coming so alert them 

 (Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting 

 You haven't seen the worst and 

 I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog 

 Could kill you so run, dash, get gone 

 Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog 

 I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what 

 

 [Puff Daddy] 

 Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever 

 Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh 

 Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again 

 And we won't stop, get money niggas