Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his a*s up I'm a show em all the money And the a*s I pa*s up How I'm N.Y. deep Who snitched to N.Y.P. (New York Police) You bitches been dropping D's (Dimes) Since 86 striped Lees Dial 9-1 tips When I spit one clip Supposed to be killing niggaz But ain't really done shit I'm loco Tote the 4-4 Smoke L's with duck doors Drow flow Blow the smoke slow And holler f**k 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 stack mail by the tons son Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a f**k who you with We them niggaz coming through Locking down your strips Some real niggaz that walk around With guns on their hips Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a f**k who you with We them niggaz coming through Locking down your strips Some real niggaz that walk around With guns on their hips I live my life now like none of y'all fagots You keep fronting like that I'm gone let one of y'all have it I keep the fours drawn When I wake up the war's on For the bread, butter and chips Shit, I go to war for em Tinted my whip now These cops ride d**k now Money spend now I move work through my pen pal Niggaz hate Bleek 'Cause I live through this shit You niggaz keep hating 'Cause I could deal with this shit I'm a street individual Sold it all criminal Weed just a minimum I'm a MP emblem Rock syndicate and flips in the block 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 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a f**k who you with We them niggaz coming through Locking down your strips Some real niggaz that walk around With guns on their hips Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella, shit Hoes clothes to whips Act up and get hit Give a f**k who you with We them niggaz coming through Locking down your strips Some real niggaz that walk around With guns on their hips