Rashad - Tec Jam lyrics

Hey [Hook] I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Dear Lord please don't let the Tec jam on me We was serving eggshell to yo momma hen Fifteen I was lusted by my momma friends Grown money, dope money Whatcha know money? Lock the door, make sure that he ain't told nothing I'm Ceasar to the Apes bathing by the lake, hey Shark hoody serving water to yah mates, woo Triangle face what's the combo to the safe, n***a Desert eag' feel a squeeze tees with ya picture [Bridge] Woo, gangster gangster, nothing but some gangster stuff Aye, I'm praying five times a day and I don't pray enough And when I die, hug my momma when she cry, ok And when I die, look my daddy in his eyes, please Funeral full of real n***a OGs I'm moving LIL Terio, you breaking OZs It's still the four letter word to the police Most my n***as locked up or they paroles Hey, we don't do the swine, heater cook the whole beef Strap make a n***a lean like the codine You off the pills then you just another fiend to me Aye, but I gotcha bro tell me tell me whatcha need I try to put my cousin on, he only mess with Keys You go against my blood, guarantee a n***a bleed It's still the four letter word to the police I got the stripes and then I got the check like Kobe Whatcha know about it, foolie My whole hood be wild'n I pull the big gun Brought the lil hoe up out ‘em It left a big hole Now nobody know about ‘em Hey, he was talking sideways I tried to told ‘em bout it [Hook] I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Dear Lord please don't let the Tec jam on me Hey, I'm at you n***as neck like the cello Hey, keep the stick on me, Donatello Hey, hit my money phone, I'm like hello I hang up if he no speaka no dinero Please don't run up, gun nice with the jumper Hey, put your love on a couple of tees like Shumpert One they C, foolies be like, OK Like the Thunder I'm Thor with this hammer, my n***a And you don't want it, woo [Bridge] Woo, gangster gangster, nothing but some gangster stuff Aye, I'm praying five times a day and I don't pray enough And when I die, hug my momma when she cry, ok And when I die, look my daddy in his eyes, please Funeral full of real n***a OGs I'm moving LIL Terio, you breaking OZs It's still the four letter word to the police Most my n***as locked up or they paroles [Hook] I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Hmm, that the Tec don't jam on me I pray to God that the Tec don't jam on me Dear Lord please don't let the Tec jam on me