Now I Pray

Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats nigga (beats nigga)
Iraqians (Iraqians)
Do it like this (send Iraq to the heavens) [Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin
Tec nines the wet clothin
These niggas heard we mack moldin
Its all gravy how
I fuckin my eighties
No women, no babies,
Versace niggas get crump crazy
You think
Im soft how
Im up in the loft
And gettin sucked off, with some
Cristal on my cock
And plus duck sauce and two
Spanish bitches lickin it off
Nah, aint shit changed
Im still pickin you off
I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer
These niggas gay like the guard that was in 'Sleepers '
Two ways without beepers
These little niggas more leapers
I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures
Shoot your whole face up and fucked up your features
Iraq soldier, see the
Henny made me fall over
And still fuck til
Im dead sober
I dont care about your balls, your hood, or your weed
Fuck your whack ass thoughts
I can throw some speed [Chorus x2]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before
I wake I pray the lord my soul to take (uh) [Noreaga]
I desecrate the nations, gee
Im a sick individual
Jose Louis yo,
Analog digital
Cigliari Trarabelly,
Run Isreali my niggas run deep in your roots
Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look
Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book
Yourmore story, get up outta the club, its drunk
NORE Hands around my two
Spanish bitches holdin my liquor
Across the street these niggas scopin me, hopin
I slip Like
I aint on point, but what point is this
Do they know my fingers stay itchy, my whip do a buck sixty
Do a 360 donut, and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin faces
I dumped their bodies by the horse races bloody valore, a couple
Nore faces
Yo keep hatin until you will see
More volts in your chest plate its hard to breathe
It go [Chorus] [Break: Musalini]
Uh, ah Hey yo this street life we live it
This thug life we live it
If you aint frontin, we live this shit
Hey yo this street life we live it
This thug shit we live it
Thugged out aint playin, we live this shit [Muze]
Hey yo, hey yo, its
Muze vinity chin tap your chin
Send a shot through your limb, think we aint gonna win
Stuff valar
I know they way
Im livin aint right
Buts thats life live and learn til
I get my game tight
I came up a broken home, rolled wit chrome
Pops was never known on the block til my cheddars blown
Fiendin for the day
I was on, fat beats since the day
I was born
Too know he snatched me and my other half
Thugged out never gettin cash
No mom would put a foot in niggas ass, mash
Coast to coast wit the
Cali most
Tally wit toast and party wit my cousins ghost
You bitch nigga, what [Chorus] [talking]
Uh, NowI lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before
I wake