s house Bumpin' Isely Is it cool ta fuck is what I'm askin Bitch recognize game and started laughing Now I'm all in those guts and shit Prayin' that a
to swallow tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray
cause I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all
low, losin control My heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave when we conspire to conceive, and now You gettin calls at the house, guess you
,2,3,4. I see blodds and crips runnin up the hill. Lookin for a better way. My brothas and sistas it's time to bail Cuz even thug niggas pray. Hopin God
bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my mind Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision's blurry Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord but
'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her It's a wonder they don't understand kids today so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to
before I ever came up Gotta be true, to watchya' do And keep ya' game up 'Cause things change And jealousy becomes a factor Best friends at your wifes house
the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house
me bleed with me forever now done my time in a world fulla crime it's my turn to watch babylone burn bleed with me bleed with me bleed with me now you gotta pray
That means no black rings, around your eyelids Sorry to you baby mama, by the way All the times I hit you, still you stayed We even tried, to pray and pray
Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) (Chorus)(X2) (Krazy) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about
living in the ghetto selling dope is the only thing I know penny petty jobs never helped buy a 5.0 I know I'm living wrong every day I pray the lord to
is So that you know where to cross it and walk beyond that silver streak You won?t pray yourself into Oblivion You won?t be scared sacred becoming a minion Your house
the augustinians kept to themselves, stuck their tongues out in a row they said, "devil boy, it's off to hell you go!" so I'll sit and pray for her to
in this rap shit My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke
pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep) If I shall die (if I shall die) Before I wake (before I wake) I pray to the lord
Two: Eightball] I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word on them streets be them Suave House