Go To Sleep Lyric Cradle 2 The Grave CRADLE 2 THE GRAVE SOUNDTRACK

[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna
breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to
sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna
work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna
be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming
to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit
me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and
keep on beefin, unless
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've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on
himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all
by my lonely, 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, to 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 of you, Ja, you'll
get it too!

[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die,
motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch!
(what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya
eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye,
motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still
alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep
bitch!

[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose,
to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's,
you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words,
cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat,
who's ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You
fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's
birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take
it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach 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
You'se not the
streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's
choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the
debt

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a
beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk
on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't
sleet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then
sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Eazys'
gone, but the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when
dog gon bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand
champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas
tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything
in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you
have to do them niggas like
that?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
All you motherfuckers,
take that!
Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
We're
killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters! 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!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

 

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