Key: C major•
Verse 1
A
Uh
(Yeah)
Gangsta, killa
(Killa)
Killa beats nigga
(Beats nigga)
Iraqians
(Iraqians)
Do it like this
(Send Iraq to the heavens)
Verse 2
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
Verse 3
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
Verse 4
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
Verse 5
and fucked up your features
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
Verse 6
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh
Verse 7
pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh
Verse 8
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,
every time you look
'Cause I pray fifty niggas every
flight they book
Verse 9
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
Verse 10
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
Verse 11
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh
Verse 12
pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to
take, uh
Verse 13
This thug life we live it
If you ain't frontin', we live this shit
Verse 14
This thug shit we live it
Thugged out ain't playin',
we live this shit
Verse 15
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
Verse 16
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
To know he snatched me
and my other half
Verse 17
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
Verse 18
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh
Verse 19
pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Verse 20
I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
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