Gm C Gm C He was born in the belly of the country, over East of Eden, yeah.
hold it down we older now my nigga This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This
and we pray and we pray and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday and we pray And we pray and we pray and we pray, still we lay
I pray you'll be our eyes And watch us where we go And help us to be wise In times when we don't know Let this be our prayer when we lose our way Lead
I pray you'll be our eyes And watch us where we go And help us to be wise In times when we don't know Let this be our prayer As we go our way Lead us
friend But I predicted this endin', back in the day 'Cause I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray Although we pray and we pray and we pray
nigga this daily, who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump) Mr.Sawed-off Leatherface, so you betta pray Eternally thugsta, east 1999 Gotta give peace to the S C
bill collector rippin' Killin' niggas for that mad money thang Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues Nothin' to lose, everything to prove Little thug from the C
nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money, get your paper Elevate like my nigga DMX Here's a prayer, God bless playa Everybody
should get ready for Armageddons 'Cause I know God should be ready to roll To go through all of tha wicked shit like Mr. Policeman And duck if ya wanna pump your fist in tha air And pray
of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray
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lame wit sumin to gain So i pray for em tryna cross,cuz im the boss Papi's moves was false,now he lost,the streets cost (Chorus) (Verse 2) C-Murder
I need to get away F, must forget but we can't forget to pray R, like Lance ridin' on the runway I, in my homeland and I'm feelin' so alive C, hear me
on the corner With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air Singin' a prayer '
we wake up, wake up, wake up. And we all gone be paid up, paid up, paid up. Just wait, wait. [Verse 1] Man, I'm so tired for praying for this free shit