Now I Pray lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Noreaga - talking]
Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa)
Killa beats n*gga (beats n*gga) 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*ggas heard we mack moldin
It's all gravy how I f*ckin my eighties
No women, no babies, Versace n*ggas get crump crazy
You think I'm soft how I'm up in the loft
And gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my c*ck
And plus duck sauce and two Spanish b*tches lickin it off
Nah, ain't sh*t changed I'm still pickin you off
I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer
These n*ggas gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers"
Two ways without beepers
These little n*ggas more leapers
I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures
Shoot your whole face up and f*cked up your features
Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over
And still f*ck 'til I'm dead sober
I don't care about your balls, your hood, or your weed
f*ck your whack ass 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, Analog digital
Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my n*ggas run deep in your roots
Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look
Cause I pray fifty n*ggas every flight they book
Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk NORE
Hands around my two Spanish b*tches holdin my liquor
Across the street these n*ggas 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*ggas in they f*ckin faces
I dumped their bodies by the horse races bloody valore, a couple North faces
Yo keep hatin until you receive
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*t
Hey yo this street life we live it
This thug sh*t we live it
Thugged out ain't playin, we live this sh*t

[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 homo put a foot in n*gga's ass, mash
Coast to coast wit the Cali most
Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost
You b*tch n*gga, 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
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