Song Lyrics

(verse 1)
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-why deep
Who snitched to NYP (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 f*ck 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

Chorus 2x:
Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a f*ck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips

(verse 2)
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 M-P 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

Chorus 2x

Malik Deshawn Cox, Marvin Gaye, Marvin P Gaye, L. Lorick, Patrick D Viala

The duration of Who's Sleeping is 2:40 minutes and seconds.