Don’t Sleep/Born First Die Later (GO Twice mix) 2Pac (Ft. Nutt-So & Outlawz)
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[Chorus: Nutt-So]
Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothafuckas leavin' hoes disposed of
Nigga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
Nigga don’t sleep
[Verse 1: E.D.I Mean]
Now in my every way get murmuring, I'm on a quest to tease better shit
Positioned myself to pops states the path whatever dig
Nutt-So we got to live, we stepped ahead of these cowards
Half-hearted bitch niggas that love the taste of the power
But it's only the chosen, as we continue on blowin' shit
Even in the afterlife, we still blast tonight
In plain do that nigga shoulda stay truest
State of the war got go sleepin', no one leavin', now we eating
[Verse 2: Napoleon]
It don’t quit it, don’t stop
You pay a bitch, I’ll pay a crooked cop
Then hustle on the block, and stack my money that I future plot
Young Napoleon, Napole-on, it’s on, it’s on again
When liquor sip touched my liver, tell me will it ever end
I’m tired of mournin'
Wake up to another dead in the mornin'
Pray ‘fore I went to bed, still woke up dreamin' lead
These bitches and them vultures that surround my group
They wanna talk and drink a brew and claim they Thug Life too
Murder and pain come wit' the game if you choose to roll
Kickin' doughs, puttin' holes in mothafuckas leavin' hoes disposed of
Nigga lay ya down when I creep, on a mission to send ya six feet
Nigga don’t sleep
[Verse 1: E.D.I Mean]
Now in my every way get murmuring, I'm on a quest to tease better shit
Positioned myself to pops states the path whatever dig
Nutt-So we got to live, we stepped ahead of these cowards
Half-hearted bitch niggas that love the taste of the power
But it's only the chosen, as we continue on blowin' shit
Even in the afterlife, we still blast tonight
In plain do that nigga shoulda stay truest
State of the war got go sleepin', no one leavin', now we eating
[Verse 2: Napoleon]
It don’t quit it, don’t stop
You pay a bitch, I’ll pay a crooked cop
Then hustle on the block, and stack my money that I future plot
Young Napoleon, Napole-on, it’s on, it’s on again
When liquor sip touched my liver, tell me will it ever end
I’m tired of mournin'
Wake up to another dead in the mornin'
Pray ‘fore I went to bed, still woke up dreamin' lead
These bitches and them vultures that surround my group
They wanna talk and drink a brew and claim they Thug Life too
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