作词 : Abdallah, Almonte, Santiago Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats ***** (beats *****) 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 *****s heard we mack moldin It's all gravy how I ****in my eighties No women, no babies, Versace *****s get crump crazy You think I'm soft how I'm up in the loft And gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my **** And plus duck sauce and two Spanish *****es lickin it off Nah, ain't **** changed I'm still pickin you off I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer These *****s gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers" Two ways without beepers These little *****s more leapers I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures Shoot your whole face up and ****ed up your features Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over And still **** 'til I'm dead sober I don't care about your *****, your hood, or your **** **** 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, ****og digital Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my *****s run deep in your roots ***** Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look Cause I pray fifty *****s every flight they book Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk NORE Hands around my two Spanish *****es holdin my liquor Across the street these *****s 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 *****s in they ****in 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: Musalini] Uh, ah Hey yo this street life we live it This thug life we live it If you ain't frontin, we live this **** Hey yo this street life we live it This thug **** we live it Thugged out ain't playin, we live this **** [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 *****'s ass, mash Coast to coast wit the Cali most Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost You ***** *****, 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
作词 : Abdallah, Almonte, Santiago Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats ***** (beats *****) 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 *****s heard we mack moldin It's all gravy how I ****in my eighties No women, no babies, Versace *****s get crump crazy You think I'm soft how I'm up in the loft And gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my **** And plus duck sauce and two Spanish *****es lickin it off Nah, ain't **** changed I'm still pickin you off I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer These *****s gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers" Two ways without beepers These little *****s more leapers I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures Shoot your whole face up and ****ed up your features Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over And still **** 'til I'm dead sober I don't care about your *****, your hood, or your **** **** 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, ****og digital Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my *****s run deep in your roots ***** Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look Cause I pray fifty *****s every flight they book Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk NORE Hands around my two Spanish *****es holdin my liquor Across the street these *****s 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 *****s in they ****in 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: Musalini] Uh, ah Hey yo this street life we live it This thug life we live it If you ain't frontin, we live this **** Hey yo this street life we live it This thug **** we live it Thugged out ain't playin, we live this **** [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 *****'s ass, mash Coast to coast wit the Cali most Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost You ***** *****, 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
