[bad word]  Tupac)

Don't fall asleep
You can get your cash on [bad word] 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
long maze
Dreamin' of getting stacks
Makin' scratch the wrong way
What song says
We murder [bad word] daily
Black out
Blow the the track out 
My lyrics never fail me
I inhale strong weed
Then release the stress
Deliver the bomb [bad word] from the East to West
Like Yayo
Niggas pull out
When I say [bad word] to poppin' [bad word] copy it's fatal
Efficiently I delete and flee 
The art of war living sucka free
Get with me [bad word] 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 [bad word] slave
You get it [bad word]  off the chain
I got that Thug Life [bad [bad word] through my veins
And now they scared
They knowing that I've been heaven sent
And yeah we know the [bad word] from the President
But look at us
We ain't got [bad word] 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 [bad word] on [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] Kill ya like Freddie [bad word] 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
 [bad word] repeated till end)

Don't go to sleep [bad word] Don't close your eyes
Don't go to sleep
Sleep baby