Now I Pray

Uh (yeah) , gangsta, killa (killa)
Killa beats nigga
(beats nigga) Iraqians (Iraqians)
Do it like this (send Iraq to the heavens)

Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin
Tec nine's the wet clothin
These niggas heard we mack moldin
It's all gravy how I fuckin my eighties
No women, no babies
Versace niggas get crump crazy
You think I'm soft how I'm 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, ain't shit changed I'm
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 I'm dead sober
I don't care about your balls, your hood
Or your weed fuck your whack ass thoughts I
Can throw some speed

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)

I desecrate the nations
Gee I'm 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
Your more story, get up outta the club
It's drunk NORE hands around my two Spanish
Bitches holdin my liquor
Across the street these niggas scopin me
Hopin I slip
Like I ain't 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 North faces
Yo keep hatin until you receive
More volts in your chest plate
It's hard to breathe it go

Uh, ah hey yo this street life we live it
This thug life we live it
If you ain't frontin, we live this shit
Hey yo this street life we live it
This thug shit we live it
Thugged out ain't playin, we live this shit

Hey yo, hey yo
It's Muze vinity chin tap your chin
Send a shot through your limb
Think we ain't gonna win
Stuff valar I know they way
I'm livin ain't right
But's that's 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 cheddar's 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 homo put a foot in nigga's ass, mash
Coast to coast wit the Cali most
Tally wit toast and party
Wit my cousin's ghost you bitch nigga, what

(talking)

Uh, Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake