No Way

[Intro: Jim Jones] Turn me up, Stevie Q Make sure these niggas hear 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 [Verse 1: 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 [Chorus: Trav] 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 [Verse 2: 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 [Chorus: Trav] 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