Quit staring at me like a infra-red nigga      (Chorus: Tupac)      Don't fall asleep   You can get your cash on nigga if you peep   Other niggas close there eyes seeing dreams in they sleep   But don't fall a sleep   Don't fall asleep   You can get your cash on      (Verse One: Tupac)      Pictures of plenty   Sippin' my glass full of Henny   Hands on my Semi -   - Automatic kill for pennies   Approach for contact    Cause I'm live I multiply   Soon as I open fire   Niggas die with open eyes   Scared to take a nap   It's a trap   A long maze   Dreamin' of getting stacks   Makin' scratch the wrong way   What song says   We murder motherfuckas daily   Black out   Blow the the track out    My lyrics never fail me   I inhale strong weed   Then release the stress   Deliver the bomb shit from the East to West   Like Yayo   Niggas pull out   When I say so   Commence to poppin'   Motherfuckers copy it's fatal   Efficiently I delete and flee    The art of war living sucka free   Get with me   Mutherfuckers just don't sleep      (Verse Two: Young Buck)      I'm staring through my rear-view doing 'bout 90   The pedal to the metal   So I can't see what's behind me   Buckle up your seat belt   Eyes on the road   They know we riding dirty got playa hiding Gold   They go down to the projects, the clubs been closed   And then they wonder why niggas braking down O's   I'm a runaway slave   You get it nigga, off the chain   I got that Thug Life shit running through my veins   And now they scared   They knowing that I've been heaven sent   And yeah we know the dop coming from the President   But look at us   We ain't got shit to lose   The life we ballin' if we got a new pair of tennis shoes   In the Ghetto   Or better yet home-sweet-home   This is the land of the free, but to me that's wrong   I'm on my way to the White House   Strapped with my heat   So don't fall asleep   Come on nigga      (Chorus x2)      (Verse Three: Chamillionare)      They say that the more they hate you   The more that it motivates you   My minds set on crime, my mentals set on the paper   62 hours and counting and I'm still awake   And they slipping me sleeping pill's with the will I break   Broke niggas always telling you how to make your cash and just   So I just stop listening and now my cash is up   Red dotted the media they always mad at us   I don't see them trying to mediate when they get they Gat's and bust   They just instigating as soon as they get the tape, it's dropped    And my niggas locked as soon as they get the case   Personally I ain't tripping on all that rapping stuff   I'm taking back my money counter's wasn't fast enough   Yup   I got a couple problems   And none of them is money   and pretend they love me and say they buddies   Sometimes I want to mauve with the Ruger   Kill ya like Freddie Kruger   These nightmare's just ain't as bloody   The media they always asking me what my passion is (And)   Money talks to I always have voice to answer this   I can't relax cause it's like I'm a fetty activist   See me on T.V never a mattress      (Chorus repeated till end)      Don't go to sleep nigga   Don't close your eyes   Don't go to sleep   Sleep baby