Big Tymers - Hope You n***as Sleep lyrics

[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** Chump, I'm making hits No time for the crack rock and sh** Took it to another level Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils Another amateur trying to 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 a** Smooth as Teeddy Pendegra**, smoke the gra**, get in your a** The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop Getting props, proving nobody drops Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit And n***as just can't understand it I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton You know my sh** is hitting Yeah, ya'll, a fly n***a, Biggie Smalls Kicking flavor, make a n***a wanna dig up in their drawers For the burner, catch a body I got styles like karate Jujitsu, 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***as 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** her I hit your park close up with the Louisville Slugger B.G.-zy is the hustler, ignorant motherf**er I was taught how to bust heads by the best head-busters Cluckers, you know I got 'em, two for one, my n***a I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my n***a, come on [Verse 3: Big Tymers (Baby] Thugging is my thing; if I'm beefing, I'm banginhg Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper Haters, I don't like 'em; b**hes, I don't trust 'em n***as, I can't stand 'em, I creep down and pluck 'em Strap stay in my hand, I gotta protect mine n***as trying to pull it off, "pop," goes the nine That's how it got to be in these uptown streets And a n***a like me, I play the game for keeps [Verse 4: Juvenile] I remember when n***as slang h**n up in balloons I paid attention to everything, from k**ings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, b**h Want some old n***a? f** with me, I'mma do 'em, sh** n***a 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 Hennesey 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 d** Because my whole neighborhood consists of crook and thugs Everything is my own sh** cause I don't f** with scrubs I don't need you hara**ing me when I'm up in the club Trying to hustle a n***a, 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**hes know that I ain't to be played with Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split They die quick, f**ing with Turk, wodie 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***a steal me f** 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] Na, Na, 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 k** you so run, dash, get gone Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog I ain't got bricks dog, n***a 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., Manny Fresh Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again And we won't stop, get money n***as