Sleep
6 Mafia Lyrics


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Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal ya wounds

Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
2-0, Mr. Crayola, niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I'm look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes
You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in your boo
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy
It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?

Now if you warring and runnin' from them three-six niggas
This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K.
My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade
A strippin' bitches and I'mma mafucker with a limp
They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We Memphis niggas

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth
Nigga we be smokin' life, never Ch-ch-charlie Brown
Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets swole, ya know we bail
Hooked up with my nigga 'cris, then we head to A-T-L
Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fuck you hoe!"
Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found

Better use common sense, checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
And up, get yourself in this clique
Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Look, I'm from G-row ward
Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Waitin' for a nigga that's new so they can tuck
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by the code of the streets
If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep





Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep

Overall Meaning

The song "Sleep" by Three 6 Mafia is a rap song that features a repetitive chorus that encourages women to go to sleep if they're tired. The lyrics focus on gangster themes including violence, drugs, and sex. The rappers boast about their abilities and fame, making reference to their money, success, and the power they hold over others. The lyrics also include references to various drugs, including marijuana and Henny (Hennessy cognac), portraying a life of excess and illegal activities.


The song is a popular example of gangsta rap, a style of hip hop music which originated in the US in the late 80s and early 90s. Gangsta rap is characterized by tough lyrics and is typically associated with gang violence, drug use, and other criminal activities. In "Sleep", the Three 6 Mafia rappers espouse the themes that constitute gangsta rap.


The song's chorus, which is the same throughout the track, features repetition and simple, catchy phrases that make it easy to remember and sing along to. The lyrics and beats aim to create a sense of toughness, swagger, and dominance.


In summary, "Sleep" is a gangsta rap song with a repetitive chorus that promotes a life of violence, drugs, and sex. The Three 6 Mafia rappers use their lyrics to boast about their fame, success, and power over others.


Line by Line Meaning

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you're tired, shut up and go to sleep.


If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Stop complaining and go to sleep if you're tired.


Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep)
I instruct someone to go to sleep.


They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
If they object, they could end up dead.


'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Our words can render them unconscious.


Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Consider the subtext of our lyrics and the message we're conveying.


Then about where your time spent
Reflect on how you spend your time.


Mess around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
Don't mess with us or your crew will suffer the consequences.


I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
I'll send my associates to take care of you.


If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
If you're sleep deprived, that's your problem.


But you won't wrap up ya bandages, or heal ya wounds
If you suffer the consequences, you'll have to deal with it yourself.


Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I have guns and liquor and I enjoy them both.


I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
Despite my appearance, I am dangerous and have hurt many people.


I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
I have drugs and guns and if there's a conflict, I'll use them.


You sleepin' I laugh, ask Tip, I'm off the rip
I'll kill you while you're sleeping and it won't bother me. Ask T.I. for confirmation.


I had this hoe who talked too much, I had to off the bitch
I killed a woman who talked too much.


2-0, Mr. Crayola, niggas know what I mean
My nickname is Mr. Crayola and people know what I'm capable of.


'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
I sell different types of drugs.


And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
You homosexuals should understand how we operate.


Bitch it's me again, kickin' in your fuckin' doors
I'm back to cause trouble and mayhem.


I'm look for dividends, I ain't lookin' for you hoes
I'm only interested in money, not women.


You bitch can't comprehend, let me put one in your boo
You're too stupid to understand, let me shoot your partner.


Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
I'll kill your brother so you can't rest.


So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Lie down and give me everything you have.


Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling-bling-bling, boy
Give me expensive cars and jewelry.


It don't mean a thing, boy, fuck me and I'm gon' swing, boy
It doesn't matter if you give them to me or not, I'll still hurt you.


Them Goddamn toys, do you know what I mean, boy?
Those are my weapons, do you understand?


Now if you warring and runnin' from them three-six niggas
If you're in conflict with us and trying to escape,


This forty-five gon' give a reason to sleep, nigga
I'll use my firearm to help you rest permanently.


Or bustin' massive 'round from S.K.
I'll fire a lot of rounds from my machine gun.


My last trip to A-T-L I fucked yo' cascade
Last time I was in Atlanta, I slept with your girlfriend.


A strippin' bitches and I'mma mafucker with a limp
I hang out with strippers and I walk with a limp.


They call me infer-stripper, sexy, red hoe's pimp
They call me Inferno the strip club manager, and I manage attractive women who work there.


And quick to sink her on the nigga 'cause this what it's 'bout
I'm always willing to sleep with these women because that's what my job is.


We rob that trick and stick his dick off in his fuckin' mouth
We rob people and humiliate them by putting their genitals in their mouth.


We Memphis niggas
We come from Memphis.


North, north, south, south, westwood, orange mouth
A reference to different neighborhoods in Memphis.


Nigga we be smokin' life, never Ch-ch-charlie Brown
We smoke marijuana but not the weak kind.


Memphis niggas in this bitch, pockets swole, ya know we bail
We're from Memphis and we have money.


Hooked up with my nigga 'cris, then we head to A-T-L
I met up with my friend and went to Atlanta.


Playas wild, throwin' bows, tellin' chickens, "fuck you hoe!"
We act aggressively and insult women.


Nigga rollin' out the 'Mo, snortin' that white shit up they nose
We're rolling in a car and snorting cocaine.


Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
We like Atlanta so we decided to stay there for a while.


Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found
Juicy J is very high and you can find me there too.


Better use common sense, checkin' me out for bitch I can still fuck
Think twice before crossing me because I'm still a threat.


And up, get yourself in this clique
Join our group and become part of our gang.


Wet up like tongue licks, behind handcuffed in a slut
Get ready to be beaten up and humiliated.


Look, I'm from G-row ward
I come from the G-row neighborhood.


Southside niggas throw it up when it's time to get buck
People from the south side of Memphis fight when they need to.


Niggas in the back of the club postin' up
Men are hanging out in the back of the nightclub.


Waitin' for a nigga that's new so they can tuck
They're waiting to rob a newcomer.


Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
Without permission, we'll assault and rob you if you try to enter our territory.


She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
If she's with me, any objections will result in your death.


So abide by the code of the streets
Follow the unwritten rules and laws of our neighborhood.


If you got a bitch better keep her on a leash
If you have a woman, control her and keep her close.


'Cause Lil Fate creep in ya home while you gone
My associate Lil Fate might break into your house when you're not there.


Have you comin' back findin' nutt on yo' sheets
You'll come back to find that he's ejaculated on your sheets.




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Paul Beauregard, Christopher Bridges, Darnell Carlton, Shondrae L Crawford, Jordan Houston, Bobby Sandimanie, Arbie Wilson

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Jamaal dagreatest

“Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul” Hardest verse of all time



James B

Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
Please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep

[Lord Infamous:]
Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul

[Gangsta Boo:]
I click so quick, my spells are slick
I'm comin' again with much more
You niggas be jealous cuz my profit sellin'
Its fucking yo bitch but Nig-ga-roes
Just listen, I shouldn' have to mention
Yo ass is in the clique, you fell in the click
Cuz you run yo mouth around the wrong misses bitch
Yo peep this, my niggas be packin' artillery
Making yo ass whine
I'm packin' this bomb ass car
That's robbin yo ass blind all the time
You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga
That guy left on his knees?
Smokin' out, cuz I need to get high before I go on my mission
My profit soldiers call me all about this thing called pimpin'
So listen nigga before you think you got a convict (bitch)
You got a steaming matter lil' boy that want the lifestyle of rich

Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep

[DJ Paul:]
We creepin' up on these hoes wit the Mac-10, the Mac-12
Hit 'em wit the Mac-11, catch ya slippin at the 7-11
Put the slugs in the back of his cap, send him straight to heaven
Seven little villains couldn't stop the six
Certainly when ya fuck around wit da Three Six
Mafia on top a ya
Game, really gotta wake 'em up wit the piggy bank
Really tho, sissy ho, we up in ya house
Boo under da bed, Crunchy behind da couch
Get 'em up wit galled off
Wit da mother fucking shit we talkin' about
Thug'd out, drugged out, already
Get 'em in they mother fucking sleep like Freddy
Split it, doin' it, them mutha fuckin niggas doin' it
Pourin' it, the mutha fuckin Posse bitch
While you thinking we slackin' up, we jackin' up yo fuckin shit
Enemies from day one, but today sons, don't last, so ball it
Where ya runnin'? Da Three Six gunnin'
All bitches up out the Jeep
Hangin low and standin' high, stayin' high, on the mutha fuckin' street

[Crunchy Black:]
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
While I sing dem lullaby
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
Ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I wanna see is die

[Juicy J:]
You sleep at night we comin' thru yo mothafuckin' window pane
Make sure at night you shut it tight so the killer won't split ya brain
Don't make a move in ya room, you better believe it's a big surprise
Nuttin but them two like a Glock or a set infrared between ya eyes
Tie that bitch up
With the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up with a belt
Chop, chop, chop
Cut the dead body up til ya know there's nothing left
Please stay sleep!

Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep

Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep



All comments from YouTube:

Smoke Senju

One of Infamous’s deepest most intricate verses. He completely transcended the triple consonant technique. Starting almost every line with the letter “S”. Dude was truly a genius

Debronski Hunt Jr

How u catch that? Crow was definitely a lyrical demon😈

Jamaal dagreatest

“Sippin' on six murdered ministers' sauce, salty blood from the cup that they call Holy Grail
Silenced for singin' so many sick songs of a place they call heaven, a skitzo from hell
Restin' upon my black throne n just spyin' on suspicious suspects while sittin' on souls
Sinister schemes I decipher the scribes of an ancient tools of past life voodoo and scrolls
Satanic insignia wrote on the scene it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp in the land of old testament days
Infinite SIX, eternal the SIX, forever the SIX, I sits outta the flames
Sick minded soldiers are suffering, seekin' and searching to slay with severe forms of pain
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the the stem to cause scorn with the thorn on my venomous tips
Such innocent antisocial, my there is no sun daily as the rain wipes from my lips
Indulge yourself with the poisons and noises, money and drugs, material goals
I tell you how it shall profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul” Hardest verse of all time

😌Joe B.

omfg that's super HARD❗ 😎

David Francis

Lord Infamous was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

talonmadc

Lol I think they defiantly are legitimate satanists fahso. Still hard af tho

JOHNNY EDWARD

Long life to Lord Infomous memory.

David Francis

Lord Infamous was on another level lyrically! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Angie Newsom

RIP Queen of Memphis!🙏💯❤️

SageLotusTarot [888•TEA•V]

This is on another level....forreal.....Three 6 mafia is a lot deeper and profound than they appear to be.
I like the perfect blend of heaven and hell cloaked in darkness for the purpose of spreading light by lacing us up on the devil's game in order for us to defeat it.
Fucking. Beautiful.

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