Dont Sleep & Dumpin Pac Life Lyrics

Tomorrow :: Sleep Lyrics Coming

Title: Don't Sleep
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: Tupac featuring Stormy, Nutso, Yaki Kadafi, & Lil Scrappy
Transcribed By: Thommo

(Verse One: Tupac)

When I,
Enter the first zone worst known Mic holder
My Hummer roll up, evacuating strapped soldiers
Inside strategy, manifesting military styles casualty tragedy, when niggas battle me
My prophesized prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch, and watch him start snitching
I keep spitting still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug living, hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My voice carries
Watch me invite, the whole world me and the mob getting married
It seems horrifying screams pierce the dark
Just as expected
A trick bitch, where is your heart?
You mark, watch niggas fall when I call they name
We Outlawz hold ya head, niggas all the same
Except some want more out of life than stress
We still thuggin' till there's none left
Don't sleep

(Chorus x2: Stormy)

We gon' ride, keep my Pistol on my side
Always sleep with the Nine
When I ride, when I ride
(Don't sleep)
Doing fine always hustling on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine
All the time, all the time
(Don't sleep)


(Verse Two: Nutt-so)

Dumping on motherfucker's at random, rapidly
Wit accuracy, they shouldn't of talked bad to me
It had to be, a motherfucking murder
I'm glad to be, the nigga that did the murder
So sad to see, another motherfucking floating in plastic wreath
Sleep, with his head wide open
Rapid release, keep the police closed in
Casualties, ?? DB ??
Dumped the nigga on the asphalt
Then drove off to the hills
Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off him
Death with the ??
Death to ya
Cry when the bullet's fly ??

(Verse Three: Kadafi)

I blast first to till they body
Like my guns in varieties
Running wit the real big willies you silly punks try to be, but front
Doing my walk-bys rolling blunts
Hands on my nuts in the getaway car full of stunts
Addicted to my nine
Moving like crime through time
Popping niggas like pimples nigga nothing simple bout mine
Etch a sketch it
Dumping on all you punks at intersection's
Day in n day out ain't no easy way out's or easy exits don't sleep

(Chorus x2)

(Verse Four: Lil Scrappy)

G's up, A-Town
When I hit the street
I like to see it to grind
Blood, sweat and tear when I bust my rhyme
Yeah I unfold my foe like I unload my Nine
And when I let loose
There ain't no crew standing but mine
I gives a damn about fame fuck acting shiesty
Some one who knew I was in jail and didn't write me
Wanna bite me then come find me
Whatever you do shorty you better think wisely
You might see me with a stack in the truck
I give you my thought's and pen similar to a saran wrap
I look like ? I'll never be
Yeah I'ma keep it G I'm from the 3
And Scrap'll never sleep

(Chorus x2)

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Title: Dumpin' (featuring Hussein Fatal, Papoose & Carl Thomas)
Album: Pac's Life
Artist: 2Pac
Transcribed by: Paisa

(Chours: Carl Thomas)

Who you are?
One nation under a thug in bullet scars
Young nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get this

(Verse One: Tupac)

Murderous mind state
Can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfucker's bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labelled for drug selling, merciless jackers
Forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters
Label them my enemies, I'm dumpin'

(Chorus)

(Verse Two: Hussein Fatal)

When it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's door
Now they checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't scared
Outlaw, and best believe they won't take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it take me to die
Knew that God had a plan for me
But he won't be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying?
You think I'll let them see joy from that shit?
Walking dead angels spending last days by me
New Jersey Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, yours guns clap mine'll got 'brrat'
A soldier like Geronimo Pratt
And come through cocking the black pound
When they put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force Ones with the crocadile checks one some poster wild sex
Money and murder, is all I breathe in my life, it's full of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the devil
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

(Chorus)

(Verse Three: Papoose)

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record with 'Pac
So I wrote from the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box because of them grave robbing bastards, dig ya' grave back up
Snatched you out the casket
Worms in my eyes
Eating through my cabbage, it's the flesh to the bones
The bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session with the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive
They don't really want no drama, I know your goon's
That's why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, he keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement
Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever losing
Songs are evolution
If I load your gun for you will you bang it out, I'll do some other niggas you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid
Claiming you repping Ruthless
You got the same bullets that you had when I loaded it for you, you never used it,
The none sareen a dream, get ready for execution,
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the revolution

(Chorus)