Musaliny-N-Maze - Now I Pray lyrics

[Noreaga - talking] Uh, (yeah), gangsta, k**a (k**a) k**a beats n***a (beats n***a) 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***as heard we mack moldin It's all gravy how I f**in my eighties No women, no babies, Versace n***as get crump crazy You think I'm soft how I'm up in the loft And gettin s**ed off, with some Cristal on my co*k And plus duck sauce and two Spanish b**hes lickin it off Nah, ain't sh** changed I'm still pickin you off I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer These n***as gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers" Two ways without beepers These little n***as more leapers I got gangstas that g**n on all creatures Shoot your whole face up and f**ed up your features Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over And still f** 'til I'm dead sober I don't care about your balls, your hood, or your weed f** your whack a** thoughts I can throw some speed [Hook] - 2X 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, an*log digital Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my n***as run deep in your roots Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look Cause I pray fifty n***as every flight they book Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk NORE Hands around my two Spanish b**hes holdin my liquor Across the street these n***as 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***as in they f**in 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 it's hard to breathe It go [Hook] [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** Hey yo this street life we live it This thug sh** we live it Thugged out ain't playin, we live this sh** [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 snatched me and my other half Thugged out never gettin cash No mom would put a foot in n***a's a**, mash Coast to coast wit the Cali most Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost You b**h n***a, what [Hook] (*talking*) Uh, Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake