Who's Sleeping Lyrics - Coming Of Age - Memphis Bleek

Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo 

Who sleeping on Bleek, wake his ass up 

I'm a show em all the money 

And the ass I pass 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 dick 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 fuck 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 fuck who you with 

We them niggaz coming through 

Locking down your strips 

Some real niggaz that walk around 

With guns on their hips