Is the official soundtrack to the film of the same name starring DMX and Jet Li. " Go To Sleep " has been used as the entrance song to UFC fighters Sam Stout. Obie Trice - Go To Sleep (Feat Eminem & Dmx) (tradução) (música para ouvir e letra da música com legenda em português)! Now go to sleep bitch!
Eminem Ft Obie trice Ft Dmx UMG owns it a video i made Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I. Go to Sleep or Go 2 Sleep may also refer to: " Go to Sleep ", a song by Eminem, DMX, and Obie Trice from the Cradle 2 the Grave film soundtrack album; "Go 2. KTX Productionz Presents: Eminem Ft. Obie Trice & DMX - Go To Sleep -===={!!!!!UPDATE!!!!}====- Check out this Track newly remastered.
Is the official soundtrack to the film of the same name starring DMX and Jet Li. " Go To Sleep " has been used as the entrance song to UFC fighters Sam Stout.
(feat. Eminem, Obie Trice). 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. 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. 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.
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight.