Testi:
Trouble Pray For The Dead

hate you in death How could you leave me here all alone Poor souls wait for the Lord Paying for sins which have not been paid in life Pray for the dead for

a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs

mi a talk bout more prayer We pray for water mek it wash down bag-a-walla Dem a talk bout more fire, we a talk bout more prayer We this yah tune dat

m so fly [Chorus] [Verse 2:] So much trouble in my way I gotta cry sometimes You still tell me it's ok, wipe them tears from my eyes And I thank you for

sky, when I pray at night I cry, And ask father why he even bothered with my life. Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble, If

to my heart instead i am brain dead thinking strictly in blues and reds oh i'm in enough trouble man oh man i'm in trouble again cause everyones ears

game called life, you gotta have muscle and faith, They say I'm heading for da top with this song, I'm hot with this song, Da streets gon love me for

for my days Oh, I'm living for today, life might be here went away Life is so sweet, thank the Lord for my days Oh, I'm living for today, life might

s unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher We got the town locked with underground stock around clock workers to serve us Responsible for