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letra de pray - ice-t

[intro]
yah you know
n-gg-s don’t really want drama
i’m just trying to live
go out, hang out, have a little fun
sh-t always gets wild, always

[verse 1]
its sat-rday night
i’m rolling with my b-tch and my n-gg-s
well known ghetto-grown glock rocking street figures
their cars trailing
i’m rolling in the front with my b-tch for life
you can call her my wife
the four in the back in the blacked out ‘lac
they high off the yak and they dusted too
streets call ’em k!llers but i call them my crew
some n-gg-s wear red, my n-gg-s wear blue
step through the door, n-gg-s can’t help but feel us
f-ggots tuck their jewels, b-tches trying to see us
led us to the back, put us up in a booth
got vodka and cran, jagermeifer to shoot
coco started dancing, everything was fine
’til some n-gg- said that table was supposed to be mine
i was feeling good, ain’t paying him no mind
’til the n-gg- got wild, threw a bottle of wine

[bridge]
3, 2, mother
3, 2, father
3, 2, sister
3, 2, brother
no time to pray

[verse 2]
the sh-t just missed me and my n-gg-s kicked in
blade swing the razor and he opened his skin
these n-gg-s wasn’t having it, gangstas too
mother f-ckers started shooting, lighting up the room
(?) wore a vest and it went right through
they bodied big wrench, what the f-ck imma do?
flip the table up, me and coco hit the back door
these n-gg-s wasn’t done, these n-gg-s want more
fell off in the cut like a video game
pulled my strap took my aim, make the door my frame
everybody that stepped out, that body got flamed
i knew i was bleeding, i could feel the pain
broke out, had to get behind the wheel
running through the parking lot, coc broke her heel
i started getting dizzy as i clenched my gat
i made it to my whip, i was shot in the back

[bridge]
3, 2, mother
3, 2, father
3, 2, sister
3, 2, brother
no time to pray

jumped in the car, laid across the backseat
coc grabbed the wheel, i was really starting to leak
halfway out the lock got blocked, its back on
some n-gg-s in a blue seville with a grill
hopped in the stash by going for dolo
its extra big but it packs a fully auto
blast through my own gl-ss, should have heard the sound
it was on b-tch, no time to roll sh-t down
hit the corner, see my n-gg-s smitty and mick
the was rolling toward the club when they heard ’bout the sh-t
didn’t have to tell ’em they just a block up the street
cops on the way, still ain’t throwing my heat
don’t even know why the f-ck i’m out here dealing with beef
just went out for some drinks in the club with my peeps
my two boys are dead, i seen ’em fall at my feet
and i’m shot the f-ck up bleeding all on my seat

- ice t

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