Betta Pray lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro: Skit from an "Ice Man" interview]
It was a man and he was begging
And pleading, and praying, I guess
And he was "Please, God"n all over the place (hahaha)
So I told him he could have a half an hour
(yea) to pray to God
And if God could come down and change the circ*mstances
He'd have that time. (did he come?)
But God never showed up
And he never changed the circ*mstances...

[DJ Paul]
Yah, motherf*cker, Mafia 6ix
Ain't nobody here to save you motherf*ckers, n*gga
Comin' for you hoes
Y'all already know what it is, n*gga
You betta start prayin' now, b*tch

[Hook: DJ Paul & Lil Wyte]
n*ggas better pray or ... get yo family sacked up
n*ggas better pray I'll never go broke while you b*tch ass n*ggas on a come up
n*gga better get it right or keep it right 'fore a n*gga like me go on a crime spree
I prolly hire one of these b*tches to have you n*ggas laid up in the IC

These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it
These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Now I lay you down to sleep, I pray to Lord yo soul he'll keep
Wake and bake when I awake, I gotta make alotta cake
f*ck around and get yo ass caught up in some sh*t
IV connected to yo arm, lil b*tch
They don't wanna hear a gangsta rapper chick
My hitters hit you up ... ass on (?)
Dope ass boys, all my n*ggas on cocaine
I f*ck you up cause money ain't the thang
Real b*tches ain't got love for a trick
Take his Rolex mane, I hit a lick
You know I am ratchet, I will grab it if it's in my face
Robbing n*ggas old school, all my n*ggas got a case

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I be bustin' on these hoes, n*ggas stay bustin' on these foes
Keep that nine milli 24/7 with me, ain't trustin' none of these hoes
I presentin' you n*ggas with the truth cause I ain't got no reason that I lie
I'm a hated man if I wouldn't ride with that iron or the nine I would probably die
I don't take no sh*t from these b*tch ass n*ggas
I'm takin' sh*t from these b*tch ass n*ggas
That watch and ring, gold chain
And that pill bag you rich ass n*gga
Hire n*ggas from my hood
Go come up in my hood
Now gimme that bullet pull
I pull that full automatic on a trick
To get sh*t now me and him good
[Hook: DJ Paul & Lil Wyte]
n*ggas better pray or ... get yo family sacked up
n*ggas better pray I'll never go broke while you b*tch ass n*ggas on a come up
n*gga better get it right or keep it right 'fore a n*gga like me go on a crime spree
I prolly hire one of these b*tches to have you n*ggas laid up in the IC

These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it
These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it

[Verse 3: Young Noble from "Outlawz"]
Outlawz, DJ Paul, all my riders convicts
Thirsty for some conflict, rowdy like a moshpit
They got me on my Pac sh*t, strapped up, dogged out
I think I'm goin' crazy, my mind in a nuthouse
When I'm psycho I'm like Michael Jordan, score run
Plenty games to the top, no forfeit
With a raw motherf*cker to start a war with
Respect me like I ...
Pull up on a motherf*cker like (?)
When it comes to the grind gotta improvise
It's a matter of time before I get what's mine
[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal from "Outlawz"]
Ain't nobody want that, they don't want that
(What?) that Crucial Conflict
Get 'em on up, two guns up
Peep boy here the gang ain't beef for the nonsense
Soon as they ready they let me know and I'mma bang on 'em
Clip on ninety, I ain't even got the aim on
Always a hunnid, they never worried I'mma change on 'em
They should be worried if I stopped to stay the same on 'em
Gotta get that kick back
Got the .44 sittin' in my draws on my sixpack
Always involved (?) law
Conflict of interest, I said it before

[Hook: DJ Paul & Lil Wyte]
n*ggas better pray or ... get yo family sacked up
n*ggas better pray I'll never go broke while you b*tch ass n*ggas on a come up
n*gga better get it right or keep it right 'fore a n*gga like me go on a crime spree
I prolly hire one of these b*tches to have you n*ggas laid up in the IC

These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it
These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it

[Skit from the movie "The Devil's Rejects"/Beat Change]
I want you to pray to you god
I want you to pray that he comes and saves you
Asap, asap, asap, asap...

[Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca]
b*tches think I'm bluffin'
Burned up my bible, say f*ck it
Koopsta burn in hell with yo white Jesus b*tch, f*ck him
On my knees I never pray
b*tch, f*ck yo holy day
Satan I pray take me away (Haa!)
Light's bringer, Lucifer's singer
Almighty ether, all demons came up
Nail me on the cross, that ain't sh*t
Call my n*gga Fatal, we'll go get that b*tch

[Verse 6: Crunchy Black]
I been doin' all this dirt, puttin' in this work
Smile at me, you sure all this bullsh*t gon' work?
I be gettin' it how I live, you ain't in my field
Hustlin' so hard n*gga stackin' up for real
n*gga I would kill, cut you up for real
In the trunk for real, put you in a field

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Then I f*ck all you n*ggas off
f*ck all you n*ggas off
Put my nine milli in yo motherf*cking mouth b*tch

[Hook: DJ Paul & Lil Wyte]
n*ggas better pray or ... get yo family sacked up
n*ggas better pray I'll never go broke while you b*tch ass n*ggas on a come up
n*gga better get it right or keep it right 'fore a n*gga like me go on a crime spree
I prolly hire one of these b*tches to have you n*ggas laid up in the IC

These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it
These n*ggas know that I do it
These n*ggas know that I do it
You b*tches know, you used to it
You b*tches know, you used to it

[Outro: Young Noble & Fatal Hussein]
If you all about yo paper then you just like me
If you shinin' on them suckers then you just like me
If you snort it off the rock then you just like me
You don't give a motherf*ck? Then you just like me
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