(feat. Musaliny-N-M.A.Z.E.) [Noreaga: talking] Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats nigga (beats nigga) 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 niggas heard we mack moldin It's all gravy how I fuckin my eighties No women, no babies, Versace niggas get crump crazy You think I'm soft 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 I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer 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 and fucked up your features Iraq soldier, see the Henny 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 [Chorus x2] 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 niggas run deep in your roots Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book Your more story, get up outta the club, 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 Do they know my fingers stay itchy, 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 [Chorus] [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 shit Hey yo this street life we live it This thug shit we live it Thugged out ain't playin, we live this shit [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 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 [Chorus] [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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