Infamous 2-0 - Go 2 Sleep lyrics

[Hook 3x] [Ludacris, Infamous 2-0 and Three 6 Mafia (Ludacris solo)] Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!) Go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!) If you're tired, be quiet and go to sleep, ho! (Go to sleep!) [Ludacris] Maaan, I tell a ho to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make them six feet deep Cause we knock them unconscious with that nonsense Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content Then about where your time spent Mess around get your guys hit; a-ten hut I send Three Six -- oh shee-ot, n***a what? If you're tired, you're tired; if you snooze, you lose But'chu you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal your wounds [Infamous 2-0] n***a, I got shotties and semis -- I love 'dro and Henny All brown and skinny, but I've f**ed up so many I got QP's and halves - if we beefin', I blast You sleepin' I laugh, ask 'Cris, I'm off the rip I had this ho who talked too much; I had to off the b**h 2-0, Mr. Crayola; n***as know what I mean Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green And all you f*ggot motherf**ers gotta know the routine [Hook 4x] [Crunchy Black] b**h it's me again, kickin' in your f**ing doors I look for dividends - I ain't looking for you hoes You b**h can't comprehend; let me put one in your, bro Let me put one in you, bro, so you n***as can go to sleep So, lay down b**h; give me all that you dreamed for Gimve me fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy It don't mean a thing, boy; for me that ain't gon' swing, boy Them god damn toys; do you know what I mean, boy? [DJ Paul] Now if you warring and running from the Three Six n***as This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, n***a Or busting ma**ive rounds from SK My last trip to A-T-L I f**ed your cascade I'm stripping b**hes and I'mma baller f**er with a limp They call me infer-stripper, s**y, red ho's pimp And quick to sink her on the n***a cause this what it's about We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his f**ing mouth We Memphis n***as [Hook 4x] [Juicy J] North, north, south, south, Westwood, Orange Mound n***a we be smokin' life; never Ch-Ch-Charlie Brown Memphis n***as in this b**h; pockets full, ya know we bail Hooked up with my n***a 'Cris, then we head to A-T-L Playas wild, throwing 'bows, telling chickens, "f** you ho!" n***a rollin' optimo, snorth that white sh** up they nose Man, this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around Juicy J be high as f**; catch me in the lost and found [Lil' Fate] Better use common sense, checkin me off a b**h I can still f** End up get'n hisself and his clique wet up by tongue licks behind handcuffin a s*ut b**h Im from G-row What, Southside n***as throw it up when its time to get buck n***as in the back of the club posted up, waitin for a n***a thats new so they can tuck Ass in, ain't no askin, its no tolerance on b**h pro-tect-in' She wit me comments will only get you placed eternally restin' So abide by the code of the streets, If you got a b**h better keep her on a leash Cuz Lil' Fate'll creep in ya home while ya gone have you comin back findin nut on ya sheets, Go to sleep [Hook 4x]