[2pac]. Ahhh shit hahaha. When i enter the first zone. Worst known mic holder. My hummer roll up. Evacuating strapped soldiers. Inside strategy. Manifestin' military styles. Casually try da g. When niggas battle me. My prophesied prediction. Switch and move positions. Separated from his gun and bitch. And watch 'em start snitchin'. I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen. I personify this thug livin'. Hell or prison. My ammunition varies. My voice carries. Watch me invite the whole world. Me and the mob gettin' married. It seems all the fine screams pierce the dark. This is expected. A trick bitch where is your heart. You mark. Watch niggas fall when i call they name. We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same. Except some who want more out of life than stress. We still thuggin' 'til its none left. Don't sleep. [chorus (2x)]. We gon' ride. Keep my pistol on my side. Always creep wit' the nine when i ride (when i ride). Don't sleep. Blowin' pine. Always hustlin' on the grind. Cause i gotta get mine all the time (all the time). Don't sleep. [nutso]. Dumpin' on motherfuckers at random. Rapidly. Wit' accuracy. They shouldn't talk bad to me. It had to be. A motherfuckin' murder. I'm glad to be. A nigga that did the murder. So sad to see. Another motherfucker floatin'. In plastic reef. Sleep wit' his head wide open (head smokin'). Rapid release. Keep the police coastin'. Casualties. Warrant in deep east oakland (doors wide open). Yolk the nigga off the asphalt. Drove off to the hills. Positioned him on his knees and blew the back off. Death with the lex ruger. Death to ya. Niggas cry when the bullets fly. Kill and execute 'em. [yaki kadafi]. I blast first 'til they body me. Like my guns in variety. Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be. But front. Doin' my walk by's rollin' a blunt. Hand on my nuts in a getaway car full of stunts. Addicted to my nine. Movin' like crime through time. Poppin' niggas like pimples. Nigga nothin' simple 'bout mine. Etch-a-sketchin'. Dumpin' on all you punks at intersections. Day in and day out. Ain't no easy way outs or easy exits. Don't sleep. [chorus (2x)]. [lil' scrappy]. G's up. A-town. When i hit the street. All i can see is the grind. Blood sweat and tears when i bust my rhyme. Yeah i un- for my folk like i load my nine. And when i let loose. Then no crew standin' but mine. I gives a damn 'bout lame nigga actin' schiesty. Same one knew i was in jail and didn't write me. Wanna fight me then come find me. What eva you do shawty you betta think wisely. You might see me wit' a stack in the trap (aye). I use my thoughts and pen. Similar to a saran wrap. A lil' lame nigga i'll neva be. Yeah i'ma keep it g. I'm from the three and scrap will neva sleep. Aye. [chorus (2x)]. Don't sleep. Don't sleep