Song | Now I Pray |
Artist | Noreaga |
Album | God's Favorite |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abdallah, Almonte, Santiago | |
Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats nigga (beats nigga) | |
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 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 [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, | |
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 | |
Nore faces | |
Yo keep hatin until you will see | |
More volts in your chest plate it's hard to breathe | |
It go [Chorus] [Break: Musalini] | |
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 [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 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 [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 |
zuo ci : Abdallah, Almonte, Santiago | |
Uh, yeah, gangsta, killa killa killa beats nigga beats nigga | |
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 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 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, | |
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 | |
Nore faces | |
Yo keep hatin until you will see | |
More volts in your chest plate it' s hard to breathe | |
It go Chorus Break: Musalini | |
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 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 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 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 |
zuò cí : Abdallah, Almonte, Santiago | |
Uh, yeah, gangsta, killa killa killa beats nigga beats nigga | |
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 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 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, | |
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 | |
Nore faces | |
Yo keep hatin until you will see | |
More volts in your chest plate it' s hard to breathe | |
It go Chorus Break: Musalini | |
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 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 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 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 |