Jim Jones - No VMA's lyrics

I could've did it like West Coast and all that This won't be seen on your VMA's Real n***a hustle in my DNA Fly n***a, number three MJ's And I drop the top, n***a Let 'em see the waves! Check my rear view, speed away Seats are sway, I keep a bay (I Keep a dime!) Matters fact, I hope that you wore ya ski's today Cause we sellin' snowballs called keys and yay And this the type of life they try to keep away With due respect bow your head so we could pray (A salam) Seven hail marys like a priest would say Then drop a bomb on your block maintain geez a day You better duck when the heaters spray Word to the mother, cause you'll never get to see the stray I thought I'd never get to see the day And this the type of life I get the breath and say! So who blood and who bluffing? And I ain't acting, so it really ain't nothing (at all) Get you held captive, n***as just bustin You need more than pro active if these bullets do touch em I've could've did LA and tossed it upwith the big shots You know pull the roaster up with the wig popped (for real) Still loaded up I'll get your wig popped b**hes lose focus when the kid let the lid drop A hundred forty cool, thirty for the cane And use the sh** so I dropped it on the chain Don't mind me, just some sh** on my brain She on stage toss it up like fingers when they bang And like if we get pulled over Is she gonna cry that it's all over Burn money in this b**h to the mall close up Hit-wonder call the next one over Ooooohhhhhhhhhh (#VAMPIRELIFE)