N.o.r.e.

N.o.r.e. - Now I Pray lyrics

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(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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