Pat Viala - Who's Sleeping lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, yo, yo, yo Aiyyo who sleeping on Bleek? n***a, wake his a** up! I'ma show 'em all the money and the a** I pa** up How I'm N-Y deep, who snitched to NYP You b**hes been dropping D's Since '86 striped Lees Dial 9-1 tips when I spit one clip Supposed to be k**ing n***as but ain't really done sh** I'm loco, tote the 4-4, Smoke L's with duck doors Drow flow, blow the smoke slow and holler f** hoes It's cash and money, nines grab the green weed (exactly!) One shot lives and daiquiris My gat be stashed in the dash, mixed herbs and hash On a cruise for cash I might bruise some cats Spit 2 at you dudes that act Like you can't be touched, front and lose your cap I incinerate guns after bodies I caught, son Never on the run and stack mail by the tons, son! [Hook: Reb] Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh**, hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit, give a f** who you with We them n***as coming through, locking down your strips Some real n***as that walk around with guns on their hips! Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh**, hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit, give a f** who you with We them n***as coming through, locking down your strips Some real n***as that walk around with guns on their hips! [Verse 2] I live my life now like none of y'all f*ggots You keep fronting like that? I'ma let one of y'all have it I keep the fours drawn, when I wake up the war's on For the bread, bu*ter and chips sh**...I go to war for 'em Tinted my whip now, these cops ride dick now Money spend now. I move work through my pen pal n***as hate Bleek cause I live through this sh** You n***as keep hating 'cause I could deal with this sh** I'm a street individual. Sold-it-all criminal Weed just a minimum. I'm a M-P emblem Roc syndicate and flips in the block Regardless if I been or not, you call it I lick a shot I'm street wise, went up on my caps in size Who getting money over here? Contact these guys! Let 'em know I set up shop to trey eight the block With 3 n***as 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop [Hook: Reb] Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh**, hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit, give a f** who you with We them n***as coming through, locking down your strips Some real n***as that walk around with guns on their hips! Yo, it's that Roc-a-Fella sh**, hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit, give a f** who you with We them n***as coming through, locking down your strips Some real n***as that walk around with guns on their hips!