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[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] - 2X 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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