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Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics for Song: Hope You Niggas Sleep
 Lyrics for Album: Born Again [1999]
 
 
 
 38111>[Biggie]
 
 Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
 
 Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
 
 Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
 
 Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
 
 Put you in the back with the derelicts
 
 Yeah, I pop plenty shit
 
 Chump, I'm making hits
 
 No time for the crack rock and shit
 
 Took it to another level
 
 Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
 
 Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
 
 Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
 
 Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
 
 Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
 
 The Brooklyn born Teflon don, wrecking shop
 
 Getting props, proving nobody drops
 
 Words as potent as the blunt smoking Bed-Stuy bandit
 
 And niggas just can't understand it
 
 I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
 
 You know my shit is hitting
 
 Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
 
 Kicking flavor, make a nigga wanna dig up in they drawers
 
 For the burner, catch a body
 
 I got styles like karate
 
 Jujitsu, when I hit you then I split you
 
 Like a cantaloupe
 
 Hope you got a rope to hang yourself
 
 I rob for self, from Brooklyn, where else
 
 Fat like a Lexus coupe, I'll rip your troop
 
 Not even Lois Lnae could get the scoop
 
 What you think I'm stupid
 
 My crew is mad deep
 
 I hope you niggas sleep
 
 
 
 [B.G.]
 
 I throw a bomb through you window
 
 Burn you up and your hoe
 
 I catch your mama going to therapy
 
 And cut her throat
 
 You lil' sister walking home from school
 
 I abduct her, then I fuck her
 
 I hit ya park close up with the Louisville Slugger
 
 BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
 
 I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
 
 Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my nigga
 
 I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
 
 
 
 [Big Tymer]
 
 Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banginhg
 
 Slanging, it's in my nature, gotta be about my paper
 
 Haters, I don't like'em, bitches, I don't trust'em
 
 Niggas, I can't stand'em, I creep down and pluck'em
 
 Strap say in my hand, I gotta protect mine
 
 Niggas trying to pull it off, pop goes the nine
 
 That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets
 
 And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep
 
 
 
 [Juvenile]
 
 I remember when niggaz slang heroin up in balloons
 
 I paid attention to everything , from killings to cartoons
 
 Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch
 
 on some ol' nigga fuck wit me I'ma do 'em shit
 
 Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but don't respect him
 
 Put my foot in they rectum right after I dome check 'em
 
 I be popping D, smoking weed, and full of that Hennesey
 
 Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary
 
 Everybody whisper in ears when they gone mention me
 
 I been out doing it for years, since elementary
 
 Real good relationship with guns and drugs
 
 Because my whole neighborhood consist of crook and thugs
 
 Everything is my own shit cause I don't fuck with scrubs
 
 I don't need you harassing me when I'm up in the club
 
 Trying to hustle a nigga, asking me for a dub
 
 Quarter, ki's, and halfs is what I sling, cause that's what I love
 
 
 
 [Turk]
 
 I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
 
 Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
 
 They die quick, fuckin' with Turk, wodie get whacked
 
 Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
 
 and trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me
 
 Fuck that, I bust back with 223
 
 Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
 
 Innocent people move 'cause somebody fix'n to get split
 
 
 
 [Lil' Wayne]
 
 Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
 
 Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em
 
 I'm coming so alert them
 
 (Ur, Ur) fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
 
 You haven't seen the worst and
 
 I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
 
 Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
 
 Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
 
 I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
 
 
 
 [Puff Daddy]
 
 Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
 
 Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk, B.G., Manny Fresh
 
 Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
 
 And we won't stop, get money niggas
 
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