Artist: Hell Razah f/ Killah Priest Album: Hell Hop, Vol. 2 Song: Black Sleepin' Beauty Typed by: email@example.com, Tha Masta [Intro: Hell Razah] YouknowI'msayin? We send this one This be like.. this a letter right here YouknowI'msayin? To the black sleeping beauty [Chorus 3.5X: Hell Razah] Black sleeping beauty, need love truly Gotta teach our women, and our seed that's our duty [Hell Razah] Black family love Black sleeping beauty, bagged after movies Before I gave her a call for a booty I just dropped jewellry, cutie seemed moody Ruled by emotions, like love slow motion Fine sand by the ocean, get niggas open Then leave the ass flat broken For a million dollar token, she left his ass heart broken She was fuckin with that other nigga too She need a little love from a god-body hub' Most kings and queens now fiend out on drug, uh-huh My brown Cleopatra, look through your bible chapters She's left with the pasta, now you got an Acura After spectacular, pretty Ms. Dracula Life is unruley, sincerely, yours truly Ya under anastesia, my black sleeping beauty [Chorus 1.5X] [Hell Razah] She need a little love from a god-body hub Black sleeping beauty, need love truly [Killah Priest] I saw her sleep-walking, headed for abortion Place to put a offspring, home of the coffin Claims she keeps it real, swallowed sleeping pills Watching Jenny Jones about the pity that she owns Gave her plenty stones, mostly in the dome Saw her roll her eyes, goin out with older guys Saw 'em holdin lies, cuz she wants to cry They got her under arms, sayin, "Here, watch the charm" Tryin to wake up, but she stops her alarms Head is in inflatin, we got our education Went to bed with Satan, and never awaken It's heartbreakin, so you in the park shaking What spell is this? Went from delicate, in to deralict Inhale, you sick, you wanna live lavish, house up in Paris Head like a cabbage, nothing in your cabinet [Chorus 1.5X] [Hell Razah] She need a little love from a god-body hub You was poutin when you was diamond rockless We had the his and her Guess watches Before Versaci's, you had a profit Plus an apartment in the projects I gave you money for your pockets Switch the topic, the modern days We still got pictures, in your langeries We cut school just for matinees Now you old to drink Tax's J and other champagnes You go to clubs and campaign, and lie about your man's name Just to get some damn fame, playin game Those who weak, and never use their game A net, where's your network? Guess skirts, or Polo sweatshirts, the truth hurts It leaves your heart broken, I had you open When you was fine token, walk in the streets Now you play passenger seats, in Lex jeeps Actin like your ass can't speak You black sleep-ing beauty You black sleep-ing beauty [Chorus 1.5X] [Outro: Hell Razah] YouknowI'msayin? For the black queen YouknowI'msayin? You make an army, or you could break an army?