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Stole My Sleep

Punk Ass Doctor\nTryin Tell Me I’m Suffering From Insomnia\nKnow I’m Sayin\nA Motherfucker Can’t Slip\nMotherfucker Ain’t Tryin Sleep\nKnow I’m Sayin\nLet’s Ride Homie\nEnemies Get Hit\nFrom The East To The West\nSniper With A Target\nFor Your Face And Your Chest\nIt’s Time To Rest\nIn A Puddle Of Piss\nAnother Gang Hit\nGoing Down Like This\nBut Now I’m Getting Known\nOn The Streets 92\nAnd For 2 Years Straight\nWe Killed Dudes From Your Crew\nI Exit Vermont\nThey Tec-9'd The Ride\nOut Of Control Skid Out\nHit My Boy On The Side\nNow I’m Looking\nEse Over My Shoulder\nCause The Enemy Hood\nContain A Couple Of Soldiers\nAnd The Race For Survival\nAin’t Done Right Here\nIt’s The One In The Crowd\nWith A Cold Ass Stare\nI’m Exhausted\nI Need A Getaway Spot\nSomewhere Out Of State\nTo Collect My Thoughts\nI’m Going Nowhere\nCause The City My Home\nSo Them Boys Gotta Die\nFor The Sleep They Stole\nI Was Barely Knocking Out\nWhen The House Phone Rang\nEse Meet Us In The Back\nIt Was My Robbery Gang\nEse 3 Phs\nThat You Know So Well\nThe Connect Just Scored\nAnd He Sit In A Tel\nTell You What We Gonna Do\nTo Get That Ass\nWill Send A Bitch Over\nThen We’ll Tax That Ass\nKicked In\nThe Muthafucken Jacking Begins\nAnd Its Best That We Kill Em\nCause This Fools Plugged In\nMan!\nThe Whole Shit Got Deeper\nAnd Shit So Hot\nLike I’m Running A Fever\nHis Peeps Touchdown\nAnd They Mean Business\nI’m So Doped Up\nDidn’t Notice The Witness\nSaying That He Saw\nThem Harpys Boys\nDisappear From The Scene\nWith Whole Lot Of Snow\nO — No!\nCaught Up In A Twist Unload\nOn Some Real Drug Dealers\nFor The Sleep They Stole\nAnd I Was At The Show\nWere That Boy Got Dropped\nI Knew That Boy\nNo Need To Use My Toy\nBut The Crowd Spread Rumors\nLike Some Snibbling Bitches\nEse Coming From A City\nThat Fulfill Death Wishes\nOn The Spot Loc’d\nNo Matter Who You Are\nYou Get Touched Muthafucker\nSomeone Evil Bizarre\nThat’s The Game Holmes\nLike The Price On My Head\nAnd Them Killers Won’t Be Happy\nTill I Sleep With The Dead\nI Ain’t Afraid Though\nI’ll Just Stay On My Toes\nHad Attempts On My Life\nSince 89 Homeboy\nI’m Not A Rookie\nThe Hood Showed Me The Ropes\nI Come Through With Some Riders\nAnd I’ll Smoke Your Folks\nAnd That’s Nature Of The Beast\nIs What Keeps Us Clapping\nEse One Eye Open\nAin’t No Time For Napping\nJust Stacking\nDirty Money From D\nEse Watching For The Lames\nThat Stole My Sleep\nI’m Sure There’s Pound Of Chronic\nWell Help Me Doze Off\nIf Not It’s Back To The Spot