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Go To Sleep feat. Obie Trice & DMX
Eminem
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I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep, ain't gonna breathe till I see what I want to see
And what I want to see is you go to sleep and it's hurt permanently, you just being hurt
This ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be sufficient enough
cause we are just gonna be enemies as long as we breathe
I don't ever see either of us coming to terms, but we can agree
There ain't gonna be no reason in speaking with me, you speak on my seed and me no speaking less
So we gonna beef and keep on beefing and less, you're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh
and settle this face to face and you're gonna see a demon unleashed in me that you never seen
And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself, I see you D12 and thanks but me need no help
Me do this one on by my homie, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you I'm seeing you, me and you only, we never met but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close I see you exposed as phony, come on bitch show me
Pick me up, throw me, lift me up, hold me, just like you told me you was gonna do
That's what I thought you're pitiful, I'm rid of you, all you, child you'll get through
So go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die, time's up bitch, close your eyes
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive, how many times I gotta say close your eyes
So go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die, bye, bye motherfucker, bye, bye
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive, why, die motherfucker, bye, bye
We got you niggas nervous on purpose to hurt your focus
You's not MC's, you's worthless, you's not them G's, you's a circus, you's no appeal, please
You's curtains, you use words, who heard slurred in 2003
You's perping, you's no threat, who's your servant, when lyrically on a bird, you beneath the dirt
When you fuck with a label overseeing the earth, shady motherfucker, old trice's birth
And as I mold, I become more cursed, so we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reached the hearse is he who depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe and you be deceased, the world believe you deceived
Just to speak, use not the streets, use the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use the vest, before two's choose your rest
You chose death, six feet deep nigga, that's the death
Now go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die, bye, bye motherfucker, bye, bye
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive, how many times I gotta say, close your eyes
And go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die, bye, bye motherfucker, bye, bye
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive, why, die motherfucker, die, die
I'ma walk like a bitch, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blades of New York with the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk with my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowing
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy going, but the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dogs get when dogs gone bite
Time to show him this dog shit, this dog phone life
Grand champion, my bloodline is tight
It's just so good, it's so right
Niggas tried to holler, but couldn't holler back
Now they got to swallow everything in the sack
Bloodline and we can go track to track
Damn dog, why you had to do them niggas like that?
Now go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die, uh
Time's up bitch, close your eyes
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close your eyes
Now go to sleep bitch, die motherfucker die, uh
Die motherfucker die, uh
Go to sleep bitch, why are you still alive?
Why die motherfucker die, uh
Go to sleep bitch
All of you motherfuckers, take that
Here, take this too bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Woohoo
We're killing all you motherfuckers dead
All of you
Fake ass gangstas
No more press, no more press
Rot motherfuckers, rot
Decay in the dirt bitch, in the motherfucking dirt
Die nameless bitch, die nameless
No more fame
Ahhhhh
Ha ha ha
Yo X, come on man
Boom
Obi, let's go
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