Lyrics Jim Jones – Sleep When You’re Dead

I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can’t sleep, I can’t close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs

Up early like I’m ready for work
Fuck that, I’m up early like I’m ready for church
Better yet, like I’m ready to murk
Tray pound, ski mask, gloves on like I’m ready for dirt
I’m just doin’ my thang, reppin’ my city I bang
And we be that gang, movin that caine
Gettin it soft, flippin’ it hard then move it again
Get in that kitty, gettin that cake, I’m just chasin my dreams man
This part of my game plan
Queens nigga, south side
Your girl with me, her mouth wide
I’m out chea goin’ shinny just like I’m all clear
Niggas talk tough, don’t believe them at all
Like leafs they fall before winter, nigga

I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can’t sleep, I can’t close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That’s all I hear that’s all I hear that’s all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That’s all I hear that’s all I hear that’s all I hear)

I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead
And if they’ll give me life I guess I’ll sleep in the feds
And even if a nigga gotta sleep in the feds
It’s death before dishonor, I’m a G ’til I’m dead
No matter if they throw a nigga under the jail
Where I’m from, loose lips they cut your tongue if you tell
To my ginger bread niggas runnin’, jumpin’ the bail
Drop a bag on their head then boys comin’ to kill
And if that bag get dropped you know we comin’ to kill
Better turn to ginger bread and get to runnin’ for real
You know the street’s cold (my heart colder)
Have the homies clean your clock when you start your Rover

I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can’t sleep, I can’t close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That’s all I hear that’s all I hear that’s all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That’s all I hear that’s all I hear that’s all I hear)

Out the pussy drowsy on the wake up
Quarter brick taped up
Love this bitch, suck a mean dick, and hook a steak up
Fiends hit the other line waiting
Motherfucker, just be patient
Yellow stones on watch faces
Bird’s out the trunk, turn the zippies into briefs
Niggas hit Collins ave for hoes to see the beach
I play the room with a bitch and go to sleep
Niggas think I’m movin’ left but Sen found a new connect
Watch how I make this rock shine
Deuce bitch to a dime, get you out that’09
My niggas say they need driveways with Ferrari’s
Make a call and come and get you
Curl You like some calamari motherfucker

I guess I woke up on the wrong side
Aye, all I hear is homicide
I can’t sleep, I can’t close my eyes
All I see is dollar signs
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That’s all I hear that’s all I hear that’s all I hear)
Boy, you better sleep when you dead
(That’s all I hear that’s all I hear that’s all I hear)