Dope D.O.D. - Don't Sleep lyrics

[Intro: Jay Reaper] Dope D.O.D., Onyx One, two, yeah we comin' for your crew Three, four, my n***as 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 motherf**ers 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 sh** and make you b**h a** n***a rest in peace Goddamn! Put the gun in my hand n***a I'mma blam like a ma**acre stand off I'mma shut your straps so you can't talk n***a that check, hand off I never been a fan, no Rip that a**, I'm like handcuffed These n***as 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 motherf**er monster b**h, 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 b**h, I'm the Zodiac k**er Yeah I'm the lady k**er, b**hes call me Jack Ripper n***as call me Jeffrey Dahmer 'cause I'm eating all you n***as sh**tin' on n***as colides to me Put a cut on your face like a apostrophe Get a gun, I ain't no boxer To be .38 f**ing 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 f** the world, you're going after me Crying for a day, yeah purge's back k**ing these n***as with these murder raps [?] on n***as, yeah [?]'s back Push a n***a f**ing wig further back People's always told me I ain't sh** You know what b**h? I ain't sh** 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 k**ing you? Let you live, life would be miserable Look at you, you're f**ing pitiful Stop, know we n***as bringing d**h 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 n***as do a lot of sound for a loot or money Squad must be runnin', they ain't see it coming n***as give it up or they ain't getting sh** 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