No Way - Jim Jones, Trav

(Turn me up Stevie Q

Make sure these niggas here me clearly

Why you niggas sleeping while we working?

Understand that

There’s money to be made

Its that sleep when ya dead where I’m from

If I died I woke up a Vampire

No more sleeping baby)

Jim Jones:

With every breath that’s inside of me

VAMPIRE LIFE my debt to our society

Half my niggas paying debts to their society

So I been having problems with my sobriety

Word, I’m paranoid, I know they rioty

I watch the feds, I know they eying me

Promise myself never let a ho lie to me

I watch myself, Im getting bread in low economy

I pray to God that there be to lining me

I got thirty stacks in my designer jeans

Word, we getting wasted like the whole day

The bitch said my kisses taste like Rose'

But my dick harder than a roll of quarters

Twenty champagnes was the total order

A hundred grand for that frozen water

Hope you got your passport just to show the border

Up in Harlem, If I ain’t God then I next to him

Drop top hard, something sexy sitting next to him

WHO GON GET IT NEXT NIGGA

I got fatty, fuck a muthafuckin cheque nigga

I keep twenty cash on me daily

Guns on blast cause they wanna kill me

We in Jamaica off Miami Vice

Catch us up in leers on Miami nights

See, ya might not understand the life

Word how I splurge about ten grand a night

The beast holding the swammy tight

Tryna tell my white girl make sure the candy right

I still hit the block if I fucking please

No roof just a watch on my fucking sleeve

Make you wanna stop an feel the fucking breeze

I told her brush the suede of my fucking sleeve

Trav: Hook:

When them lights go low (go low)

Everyone’s a tough guy

I seen 'em till the shots fly

Then the sames ones that talking

Write to homicide

No way no way couldn’t be my nigs

No way no way swallow my pride nigga

No way no way I’d rather die nigga

I’mma ride for my niggas

Tellem that I said no way

Jim Jones:

My statements are inadmissible in court

Cause I used to dribble hard with them bricks I brought

Get them cars, like the wicked porsche

Niggas act hard, then we load the clips in the Taurus

Ya thats sure to clear a nigga thoughts

Well if I’m underrated, that’s your richest thought

Think about it, here’s just a thought

They got me looking at this game like it a bitches sport

Niny says she can make ya do magic

Have ya block clicking like its blue magic

I watched the Eighties

I killed the Nineties

Now I’m having scary dreams from all this guilt behind me

So then I party like its '99

Towers hitten, it was hard for us to find a line

The drop rate is just silent dry

Me and Trav in the drop head on Sunset Drive

Now I slip in, gun by my side

Paranoid for every fan that run by his side

Trying not catch a homicide

Trying make it back to the east, where mamas fried

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