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shawn harris – geechi’s story: the prayer lyrics

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[chorus]
i used to pray i live to see a hundred bands
cause ain’t no way i’m dying broke
no i be d-mned
so i’m goin jigga
i supply what they demand
you want that work?
then put that money in my hand
i used to pray i live to see a hundred bands
a hundred, a hundred, a hundred bands. (x2)
let’s pray…

[verse 1: shawn harris])
father forgive
i’m still in the streets so my mother be stressing
but i can’t f-ck with that broke sh-t no more
man that sh-t is depressing
so i’m finessing
jigging and robbing
whatever i’m wit it
i’ve been through it all tryna get it
my n-gg- just name it, i did it
now i get dough and i spend it
just blew i hundred,
but f-ck it
i’m worth by the m
young n-gg- came up from nothing
used to rob buckets
now i pull up in the benz
used to have so many friends
but they got jealous and started to talk to the feds
now they all turning up dead!
but that’s the results when you _____

[chorus]
i used to pray i live to see a hundred bands
cause ain’t no way i’m dying broke
no i be d-mned
so i’m goin jigga
i supply what they demand
you want that work?
then put that money in my hand
i used to pray i live to see a hundred bands
a hundred, a hundred, a hundred bands. (x2)
let’s pray…

[verse 2: shawn harris]
lord…
them jakes on my -ss tryna build up a case
sh-t…
they just got the warrant to search my estate!
f-ck…
they know i be jigging and moving that weight
d-mn…
that’s why they be plotting to put me away!
young n-gg- flipping that yae
feeling like tony montana
my plug is tentana (?)
told my lil b-tch to go shopping
she say “what you need?”
and i told her “get more arm & hammer”
young n-gg- i’m with the hammer
rather go out like a g than be locked in the slammer
so i looked out for them coppers
and if they come for me
then b-tch i’mma empty the chopper
eating that shrimp with the pasta
came a long way from that ramen with government cheese
hoes used to front on my pockets
now i got money
i’m f-cking them b-tches with ease
would take a trip overseas
but i’m a felon so no, i can’t step out the country
serving that blow to the junkies
and them white girls who got parents with plenty of money
but some be acting all funny
so paranoid i be thinking they in on the set up
hoping that sh-t never happens
cause lord knows i don’t give a f-ck and i leave n-gg-s wet up
focussed on stacking my bread up
b-tch imma get me a check and that’s by any means
when i was young i was stealing
more hard to get cream
not i’m the american dream!

[chorus]
i used to pray i live to see a hundred bands
cause ain’t no way i’m dying broke
no i be d-mned
so i’m goin jigga
i supply what they demand
you want that work?
then put that money in my hand
i used to pray i live to see a hundred bands
a hundred, a hundred, a hundred bands. (x2)
let’s pray…



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