Hope You n*ggas Sleep lyrics
by Method Man & Redman
[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Yeah
Bad Boy
Cash Money
2000, baby!
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny, with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty sh*t
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for the crack rock and sh*t
Took it to another level
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
Another amateur, tryna damage the pedigree
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes, I thought you know – I'm smooth as a baby's ass
Smooth as Teddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
Getting props, proving nobody drops
Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
And n*ggas just can't understand it
I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap
Comstock, and Clinton, you know my sh*t is hitting
Yeah, ya'll, a fly n*gga, Biggie Smalls
Kicking flavor, make a n*gga wanna dig up in their drawers
For the burner, catch a body
I got styles like karate
Jiu-jitsu, when I hit you then I split you
Like a cantaloupe; hope you got a rope to hang yourself
I rob for self; from Brooklyn – where else?
Fat like a Lexus Coupe, I ripped your troop
Not even Lois Lane could get the scoop
What you think, I'm stupid? My crew is mad deep
I hope you n*ggas sleep
[Verse 2: B.G.]
I throw a bomb through your window
Burn you up and your ho
I catch your mama going to therapy and cut her throat
Your little sister walking home from school
I abduct her, then I f*ck her
I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger
B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherf*cker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters
Cluckers, you know I got 'em, two for one, my n*gga
I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some, my n*gga, come on
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Thugging is my thing; if I'm beefing, I'm banging
Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper
Haters, I don't like 'em; b*tches, I don't trust 'em
n*ggas, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em
Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine
n*ggas trying to pull it off, "pop," goes the nine
That's how it got to be in these Uptown streets
And a n*gga like me, I play the game for keeps
[Verse 4: Juvenile]
I remember when n*ggas slang heroin up in balloons
I paid attention to everything, from killings to cartoons
Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, b*tch
Want some old n*gga? f*ck with me, I'ma do 'em, sh*t
n*gga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
Put my foot in their rectum right after I dome checked 'em
I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennessy
Fresh off the streets, on my way to the penitentiary
Everybody whisper in ears when they gonna mention me
I been out doing it for years, since elementary
Real good relationship with guns and drugs
Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs
Everything is my own sh*t, 'cause I don't f*ck with scrubs
I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club
Trying to hustle a n*gga, asking me for a dub
Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, 'cause that's what I love
[Verse 5: Turk]
I know you b*tches know that I ain't to be played with
Don't have no picks and chooses who get they head split
They die quick, f*cking with Turk, whodi get whacked
Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy, leave ya flat on you back
And trust that, ain't 'bout to let no n*gga steal me
f*ck that, I bust back with a .223
Big and full of that raw with no cut, and be ready to creep
Innocent people move 'cause somebody fixing to get split
[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]
Nah, nah, it's Iceberg Shorty, Lordy have mercy
Come from under my shirts and flip 'em and reverse 'em
I'm coming, so alert them (Ur, Ur)
'Fore I hurt them, Desert Eagle bursting
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
Whodies movin' slow around this time, they got bricks, dog
I ain't got bricks, dog, n*gga break it off, what
[Outro: Puff Daddy]
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Mannie Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me, P. Diddy, B.I.G., 'Born Again'
And we won't stop, get money, n*ggas