is real to me, don't lean on me I'm not your cain Don't wish me away, I'm not your pain Don't bury me, I'm not dead yet Don't pray for me, Don't Now
Traducción: LA Guns. Não Pray.
props Because I roll with the hardcore G Every street's the same street to me I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a rhyme fit K K K pray each day
oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't
I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die
cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes 'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time Next time you in the A-T-L get
eviction notice, Arrive like the infant joseph, with a grudge to ceasar, Like the blood of jesus, I told the judge they don't love us, We don't love
a murder and we got to make this flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes
dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young
millennium (Millennium) Money makin' plenty 'em You hear that L O X, L O X, L O X, we here {Yo, Kiss man I'm tired, I'm not doin' a verse today, man
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my
me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a
makes good fellas run frantic Guns i brandish make men vanish Got bodies in Kansas, across the Atlantic Once me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance
guns don't go off until they say "Lights, camera, action!" Yo Swizz, tell them niggaz, "Eat a dick" Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don't miss
the flesh, I can't give you the Lord It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
guns, pop shit and say, I'm better than niggas You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga If you think a rapper's better why don't you give
you don't want it nigga leave it then And we taxing, you don't want it nigga leave it then And we ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack
be re-e-al People only recognize the re-e-al Cops hate because we dont sque-e-l But we don't give a fuck about how they fee-e-l See ain't nobody stopping
