Sleep

(专辑： Vol. 3 - Kings Of Memphis - 2000)

[Juicy J:]
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
Please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep

[Lord Infamous:]
Sipping on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singing so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Resting upon my black throne n just spying on suspicious suspects while sitting on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life 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 the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seeking and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with 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 poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul

[Gangsta Boo:]
I click so quick, my spells are slick
I'm coming again with much more
You niggas be jealous cuz my profit selling
Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga-roes
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the clique, you fell in the click
Cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
Yo peep this, my niggas be packing artillery
Making yo ass whine
I'm packing this bomb ass car
That's robbin yo ass blind all the time
You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga
That guy left on his knees?
Smoking out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission
My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimping
So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)
You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich

Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep

[DJ Paul:]
We creeping 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 slugs in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven
Seven little villains couldn't stop the six
Certainly when ya fuck 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 fucking shit we talking about
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy
Split it, doing it, them mutha fuckin niggas doing it
Pouring it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch
While you thinking we slacking up, we jacking up yo fuckin shit
Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
Where ya runnin'? Da Three Six gunning
All bitches up out the Jeep
Hangin low and standing high, staying high, on the mutha fucking street

[Crunchy Black:]
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
While I sing dem lullaby
As da tears hit the floor
Dealing shit, how not a roar?
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be begging for some Christ
Ain't no mutha fucking Christ
All I wanna see is die

[Juicy J:]
You sleep at night we coming thru yo mothafucking window pane
Make sure at night you shut it tight so the killer 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 or a set infrared between ya eyes
Tie that bitch up
With the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up with a belt
Chop, chop, chop
Cut the dead body up til ya know there's nothing left
Please stay sleep!

Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep

Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep