The Prayer

歌詞

(Black Child) Ghetto gospel All thugs gotta pray Hear me Lord, yo If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry and any extra guns that come in handy Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh) In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck 'em!) And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops! (Fuck 'em) We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh) Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed (Chorus: Black Child) Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep And pray to God I don't end up six feet deep Cause if I die, before I wake Let me die on some pape's and all my niggaz at my wake I said, if I die, before I wake Let me die on some pape's and all my bitches at my wake (Black Child) God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23 The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga) It's nothin on this earth, that my soul should warn Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust The gods copped me a path, now that's right-eous I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me Heh, Black Child, Black Child (Chorus) (Black Child) Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach! All the thugs in the street got love for me Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.! I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I-N-C And ride for, e'ybody that'll ride for me All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie when bottles of Remi, keep 'em so pissy (Chorus) (Black Child) There's no lookin back Word to God Bless all my hood people, all my good people.. Aight c'mon nigga, let's go.