Testo Hope You Niggas Sleep - 2005 Remaster - The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Hot Boys & Big Tmer
Testo della canzone Hope You Niggas Sleep - 2005 Remaster (The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Hot Boys & Big Tmer), tratta dall'album Born Again
Yeah
Bad Boy
Cash Money
2000, Baby
Check the pain I inflict like a convict, the Fulton vicar
Jump in the Acura Viga after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny wit no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put ya in the back with the derelicts
Yeah I pop plenty Tris, bitch I'm, I'm makin hits
No time for the bullshit, nigga, took it to another level
Now I'm gettin crazy papes, gettin paid from the devils, huh
Another amateur tryin to damage the pedigree
Of the B-I-G, G-I-E, you know it's me
Asshole, I thought you know I'm smooth as a baby's ass
Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born, Teflon Don, wreckin shop, gettin props
Provin nobody drops
Words is potent as the blunt smokin Bed-Stuy bandit
Assholes just can't understand it
I blaze licks for the brothers in Nap Nap
Comstock and Clinton, you know my shit is hittin
Yeah y'all the fly nigga Biggie Smalls
Kickin flavor make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
Was a bastard, catch a body, I got styles like karate
Ju-Jitsu when I hit you, then I split you
Like a cantaloupe, hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I robbed the South from Brooklyn, where else?
Phat like a Lexus Coupe, I rip ya troop
Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
What you think I'm stupid, asshole?
My crew is mad deep, I hope you niggas sleep, huh
I throw a 40 through your window, burn you up and your ho
I catch ya mama goin to therapy and let the ho go
Your little sister walkin from school, I off her, then I stove her
I hit your pa close up with the Louisville slugger
B.Geezy is a hustler, 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 O.V.L. if you wanna get some my nigga, c'mon
Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefin I'm bangin
Slangin is 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
Straps stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
Niggas tryin 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 this game for keeps
I remember when niggas slung heroin up in balloons
I paid attention to everything from niggas to cartoons
Had a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room
Niggas want some more weed, fuck with me I'mma doom shit
Niggas give me dope, I accept it but don't respect 'em
Put my foot in they rectum right after I don't check 'em
I be poppin D, smokin weed, full of that Hennessy
Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
Everybody whisper in ears when they wan' mention me
I've been out doin it for years since elementary
Real good relationship with guns and bitches
My whole neighborhood consist of crooks and thugs
Everything is my own, nigga, cause I don't fuck with scrubs
I don't need you harassin me when I'm up in the club
Tryin to hustle a nigga, askin me for a dub
Quarter ki's and halfs is what I slang cause that's what I love
I know you niggas know that I ain't to be played wit
Don't have no picks and choosers who get they head split
They die quick, fuckin wit Turk, wodie get whacked
Spin a bend with Kevin and Riley, get flat on your back
And trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga feel me
Fuck that, I bust back with 2-23
Get full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
And if some people move cause somebody fished to get deep
Now, now, it's Iceberg shawty, Lordy have mercy
Come from under my shirt and, flip 'em and reverse 'em
I'm comin so alert them, brr-brr 'fore I hurt them
Desert Eagle burstin, 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
Water's movin slow around this time, they want bricks dog
I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
Uh-huh, B.I.G., Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile, Lil Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Mannie Fresh
Slim, C.L., and me, P. Diddy
B.I.G. born again
And we won't stop
Get money, nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Christopher Noel Dorsey, Tab Virgil
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