Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
 please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
 Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood
 from the cup to the coffin lid grill
 Silence for singin some many six songs
 of a place they call heaven now skids or broke hell
 Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto
 suspension suspect a sent or no souls
 Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient crucial
 past like Krueger's is gross
 Satanic in scent were wrote on the scent
 it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
 Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
 in the land of protest a man-day
 Infinite six, eternal the six
 forever the six I sits outta da flames
 Sick minded soldiers wit suffering
 singing and searching to stable severe for some pain
 Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
 crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
 Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
 daily as the right wipe on my lips
 Indulge yourself with the posters
 and noisy money and drugs interior golds
 I tell you how is your profit
 demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes

 [Gangsta Boo]
 I click so quick, my spells are slick
 I'm comin' again with much more
 You niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin'
 Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga- roes
 Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
 Yo ass is in the click, you fell in the click
 cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
 Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery making yo ass whine
 I'm packin' this bomb ass car that's robbin yo ass blind all the time
 You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
 Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees?
 Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission
 My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'
 So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)
 You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich

 [Hook:]
 Sleep baby sleep
 Princes is all I dream
 Beware of this cloud, cuz it is just too deep
 Sleep baby sleep

 [DJ Paul]
 We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10
 The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11
 Catch ya slippin at the 7-11
 Put the swords in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven 7
 Lily villains? couldn't stop these hits
 certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six Mafia on top a ya
 Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
 Really tho, sissy hoe, we up in ya house
 Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
 Get 'em up wit galled off
 Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about
 Thug'd out, drugged out, already
 Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy
 Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it
 Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch
 While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit
 Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
 Where ya run at? Da Three Six gun that, all bitches about the cheap
 Hangin low and standin' hi, stayin' hi, on the mutha fuckin street

 [Crunchy Black]
 Should I let a nigga live?
 Should I let a nigga die?
 I should watch a nigga cry
 While I sing dem lullaby
 As da tears hit the floor
 Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
 Crunchy Black is not a whore
 And Raven Red and heavens door
 As I soar through yo life
 You be beggin' for some Christ
 Aint no mutha fuckin' Christ
 All I wanna see is die

 [Juicy J]
 Yo sleep at night, we coming through yo mutha fuckin' window pane
 Make sure at night, you shut it tight so the killer wont split ya brain
 Don't make a move in ya room you better believe it's a big surprise
 Nuttin but them two like a glock boy a sick infrared between ya eyes
 Tie that bitch up wit the gray tape,
 rest of the body wrap it up wit a belt
 Chop, chop, chop, cut the dead body up till ya know theres nothing left
 Please stay sleep!

 [Hook