Who's Sleeping

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayo who sleeping on Bleek? Nigga, wake his ass up!

I'ma show 'em all the money and the ass I pass up

How I'm N-Y deep, who snitched to NYP

You bitches been dropping D's Since '86 striped Lees

Dial 9-1 tips when I spit one clip

Supposed to be killing niggas but ain't really done shit

I'm loco, tote the 4-4, Smoke El Producto

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 and stack mail by the tons, son!

[Chorus: Reb]

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 niggas coming through, locking down your strips

Some real niggas 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 niggas coming through, locking down your strips

Some real niggas that walk around with guns on their hips!

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]

I live my life now like none of y'all faggots

You keep fronting like that? I'ma 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

Niggas hate Bleek cause I live through this shit

You niggas 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

Roc syndicate and flips in the block

Regardless if I been or not, 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 niggas 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

[Chorus: Reb]

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 niggas coming through, locking down your strips

Some real niggas 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 niggas coming through, locking down your strips

Some real niggas that walk around with guns on their hips!