Lord Infamous - Sleep lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J] Please stay sleep, please stay sleep Please stay sleep, you n***as stay sleep [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Sippin on six murdered ministers, the salty blood From the cup that they call Holy Grail Silenced for singin' so many sick songs Of a place they call heaven now skitzo broke hell Restin' upon my black throne as I spy In suspension of suspects of sittin' on souls Sinister schemes I decided distract on a ancient crucial Past voodoo and scrolls Satanic insignia wrote on the scene It's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp In the land of old testament days Infinite six, eternal the six Forever the six I sits outta da flames Sick minded soldiers wit suffering Singing and searching to stable severe forms of pain Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling Crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun Daily as the rain wipes from my lips Indulge yourself with the poisonous noises Money and d**, material gold I tell you how is the profit of man If he gains the whole world and loses his own soul [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] I click so quick, my spells are slick I'm comin' again with much more You n***as be jealous cuz my profit sellin' Its f**ing yo b**h but Nig-ga-roes Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention Yo a** is in the click, you fell in the click Cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses b**h Yo peep this, my n***as be packin' artillery Making yo a** whine I'm packin' this bomb a** car That's robbin yo a** blind all the time You think I love you, never n***a I'm out to get my cheese Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the n***a That guy left on his knees? Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin' So listen n***a before you think you got a convict (b**h) You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich [Hook] Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep Sleep baby sleep [Verse 3: DJ Paul] We creepin' up on these hoes wit the Mac-10, the Mac-12 Hit 'em wit the Mac-11, catch ya slippin at the 7-11 Put the swords in the back of his cap Send him straight to heaven 7 ?Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits Certainly when ya f** around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank Really tho, sissy ho, we up in ya house Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch Get 'em up wit galled off Wit da mother f**ing sh** we talkin' about Thug'd out, drugged out, already Get 'em in they mother f**ing sleep like Freddy Split it, doin' it, them mutha f**in n***as doin' it Pourin' it, the mutha f**in Posse b**h While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo f**in sh** Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that All b**hes about the cheap Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha f**in street [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] Should I let a n***a live? Should I let a n***a die? I should watch a n***a cry While I sing dem lullaby As da tears hit the floor Dealin' sh**, how not a roar? Crunchy Black is not a who*e And Raven Red and heavens door As I soar through yo life You be beggin' for some Christ Ain't no mutha f**in' Christ All I wanna see is die [Verse 5: Juicy J] Yo sleep at night We coming through yo mutha f**in' window pane Make sure at night, you shut it tight So the k**er won't split ya brain Don't make a move in ya room You better believe it's a big surprise Nuttin but them two like a Glock Boy a sick infrared between ya eyes Tie that b**h up wit the gray tape Rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up Till ya know theres nothing left Please stay sleep! [Hook] 2x Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep Sleep baby sleep