| Song | Who's Sleeping - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Memphis Bleek |
| Artist | Reb (Of D.I.D.R.) |
| Album | Coming Of Age |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cox, Gaye, Lorick, Viala | |
| 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 upHow | |
| I'm N.Y. deep | |
| Who snitched to | |
| N.Y.P.(New York Police) | |
| You bitches been dropping | |
| D's(Dimes) | |
| Since 86 striped | |
| LeesDial 9-1 tips | |
| When I spit one clip | |
| Supposed to be killing niggaz | |
| But ain't really done shit | |
| I'm locoTote the 4-4 | |
| Smoke L's with duck doors | |
| Drow flowBlow the smoke slow | |
| And holler fuck hoes | |
| It's cash and money | |
| Nines grab the green weed exactly | |
| One shot lives and | |
| DaiquirisMy 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 |
| zuo ci : Cox, Gaye, Lorick, Viala | |
| 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 upHow | |
| I' m N. Y. deep | |
| Who snitched to | |
| N. Y. P. New York Police | |
| You bitches been dropping | |
| D' s Dimes | |
| Since 86 striped | |
| LeesDial 91 tips | |
| When I spit one clip | |
| Supposed to be killing niggaz | |
| But ain' t really done shit | |
| I' m locoTote the 44 | |
| Smoke L' s with duck doors | |
| Drow flowBlow the smoke slow | |
| And holler fuck hoes | |
| It' s cash and money | |
| Nines grab the green weed exactly | |
| One shot lives and | |
| DaiquirisMy 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 |
| zuò cí : Cox, Gaye, Lorick, Viala | |
| 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 upHow | |
| I' m N. Y. deep | |
| Who snitched to | |
| N. Y. P. New York Police | |
| You bitches been dropping | |
| D' s Dimes | |
| Since 86 striped | |
| LeesDial 91 tips | |
| When I spit one clip | |
| Supposed to be killing niggaz | |
| But ain' t really done shit | |
| I' m locoTote the 44 | |
| Smoke L' s with duck doors | |
| Drow flowBlow the smoke slow | |
| And holler fuck hoes | |
| It' s cash and money | |
| Nines grab the green weed exactly | |
| One shot lives and | |
| DaiquirisMy 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 | |
| RocAFella, 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 |