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  • Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Don’t Sleep (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

    [Intro: Jay Reaper]
    Dope D.O.D., Onyx
    One, two, yeah we comin’ for your crew
    Three, four, my niggas knocking on your door
    Five, six, we’re pissed and we’re equiped
    Seven, eight, nine, ten, we comin supper special

    [Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
    I hear you motherfuckers is testin’ me
    They, wanna get the best of me
    Best believe they won’t let me breathe
    So I need a little stress relief
    I need little extra cheese
    I need little extra weed
    Before I lose my shit and make you bitch ass nigga rest in peace
    Goddamn! Put the gun in my hand
    Nigga I’mma blam like a massacre stand off
    I’mma shut your straps so you can’t talk
    Nigga that check, hand off
    I never been a fan, no
    Rip that ass, I’m like handcuffed
    These niggas is brain washed
    That’s why we’re going hard and you stay soft

    [Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
    Freddy Krueger left the building
    Jason took the kids to camp
    Trick or treat I pull the heat and show you how to rob a bank
    Michael Myers came for Christmas
    Chucky had some different plans
    Guess that means I’m next in land to catch you with an empty tank
    I’m a motherfucker monster bitch, lay eggs bigger than an ostrich
    Oyster slam on my upper lip
    Plastic Glock with a box of bricks
    Hardcore crew with a bunch of hits
    What’s that ringing with a hundred chicks
    No one back when she cross the bridge
    They all lay flat when I pop the clip

    [Verse 3: Fredro Starr]
    Smoking blunts with Ted Bundy
    Charles Manson drinking [?]
    Tell me what’s your sign bitch, I’m the Zodiac Killer
    Yeah I’m the lady killer, bitches call me Jack Ripper
    Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer ’cause I’m eating all you niggas
    Shittin’ on niggas colides to me
    Put a cut on your face like a apostrophe
    Get a gun, I ain’t no boxer
    To be .38 fucking straighten your posture G
    I’ll make a catastrophe, get skeet up with a ski mask for me
    A runaway slave with a master keys
    Fuck the world, you’re going after me
    Crying for a day, yeah purge’s back
    Killing these niggas with these murder raps
    [?] on niggas, yeah [?]’s back
    Push a nigga fucking wig further back
    People’s always told me I ain’t shit
    You know what bitch? I ain’t shit
    Put a gun to your head, now watch your brain
    That’s what I’m painting that wall with

    [Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
    Hmmm, what’s worse than killing you?
    Let you live, life would be miserable
    Look at you, you’re fucking pitiful
    Stop, know we niggas bringing death to you
    Beat with fists on tell who running
    Think of your child, what you wanna do for it?
    Your face, my fist or get a gun
    Think you know me? Just get you a blunt
    God struck you punch, dudes see me up
    Niggas do a lot of sound for a loot or money
    Squad must be runnin’, they ain’t see it coming
    Niggas give it up or they ain’t getting shit from me
    Hocus pocus, you should be gone
    Abracadabra now you see, now you don’t
    I’ll make you disappear right into thin air
    Shoot you in Hell with this sawn off right here