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n o r e - now i pray lyrics

[noreaga: talking]
uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa)
killa beats n-gg- (beats n-gg-) iraqians (iraqians)
do it like this (send iraq to the heavens)

[noreaga]
yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin
tec nine’s the wet clothin
these n-gg-s heard we mack moldin
it’s all gravy how i f-ckin my eighties
no women, no babies, versace n-gg-s get crump crazy
you think i’m soft how i’m up in the loft
and gettin sucked off, with some cristal on my c-ck
and plus duck sauce and two spanish b-tches lickin it off
nah, ain’t sh-t changed i’m still pickin you off
i stay drunk wit a lot of reefer
these n-gg-s gay like the guard that was in “sleepers”
two ways without beepers
these little n-gg-s more leapers
i got gangstas that g-ngb-ng on all creatures
shoot your whole face up and f-cked up your features
iraq soldier, see the henny made me fall over
and still f-ck ’til i’m dead sober
i don’t care about your b-lls, your hood, or your weed
f-ck your whack -ss 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 i’m a sick individual
jose louis yo, -n-log digital
cigliari trarabelly, run isreali my n-gg-s run deep in your roots
allah kelly got your project shook, everytime you look
cause i pray fifty n-gg-s every flight they book
your more story, get up outta the club, it’s drunk nore
hands around my two spanish b-tches holdin my liquor
across the street these n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s in they f-ckin faces
i dumped their bodies by the horse races bl–dy valore, a couple nore faces
yo keep hatin until you will see
more volts in your chest plate it’s hard to breathe
it go

[chorus]

[break: musaliny]
uh, ah
hey yo this street life we live it
this thug life we live it
if you ain’t frontin, we live this sh-t

hey yo this street life we live it
this thug sh-t we live it
thugged out ain’t playin, we live this sh-t

[muze]
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 sn-tched me and my other half
thugged out never gettin cash
no mom would put a foot in n-gg-‘s -ss, mash
coast to coast wit the cali most
tally wit toast and party wit my cousin’s ghost
you b-tch n-gg-, what

[chorus]

[talking]

uh, now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake

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