Pray ft. Coco
Ice-T
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Damn
Yeah, you know
Niggas really don't want drama
Just tryin to live
Go out, just hangin out, havin a little fun
Shit always gets wild, always
It's Saturday night, I'm rollin with my bitch and my niggas
Well known ghetto grown pop rockin street figures
Their cars trailin, I'm rollin in the front
With my bitch for life, you can call her my wife
The four in the back in the blacked-out 'Lac
They high off the 'gnac and they dusted too
Streets call 'em killers but I call 'em my crew
Some niggas wear red, my niggas wear blue
Step through the door, niggas can't help but feel us
Faggots tuck they jewels, bitches tryin to see us
Led us to the back, put us up in a booth
Got vodka and cran, Jagermeister to shoot
Coco started dancin, everything was fine
'Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine
I was feelin good, ain't payin him no mind
'Til the nigga got wild, threw a bottle of wine
Yo, what the fuck's up, y'all niggas
Wanna get down in this motherfucker?
Nigga, what's happenin, nigga? -shouting and arguing
What's up, nigga? -shouting and arguing
What's up, nigga? -shouting and arguing
No time to pray
The shit just missed me and my niggas kicked in
Blaze swung the razor and he opened his skin
These niggas wasn't havin it, gangstas too
Motherfuckers start shootin, lightin up the booth
Mark Live wore a vest and it went right through
They fuckin bodied Big Rich, what the fuck I'ma do?
Flipped the table up, me and Coke hit the back door
These niggas wasn't done, these niggas want more
Fell off in the cut like a video game
Pulled my strap, took my aim, made the door my frame
Everybody that stepped out, that body got flamed
I knew I was bleedin, I could feel the pain
Broke out, had to get back behind the wheel
Runnin through the parkin lot, Coke broke a heel
I started gettin dizzy as I clenched my gat
I made it to my whip, I was shot in the back
Aw, fuck, nigga, I'm shot again
Get up, you gotta drive, come on
Ahh, get in the backseat
God, motherfuck, fuck
Come on, drive, drive, get out the parkin lot, baby, come on
No time to pray
Jumped in the car, laid across the backseat
Coke grabbed the wheel, I was really startin to leak
Halfway out the lot got blocked, it's back on
Some niggas in a blue Seville with a grill
Popped the stash spot, goin for dolo
It's extra big but it holds a fully auto
Blast through my own glass, shoulda heard the sound
It was on, bitch, no time to roll shit down
Hit the corner, see my niggas Smitty and Mick
They was rollin toward the club when they heard 'bout the shit
Didn't have to tell 'em, they just blocked up the street
Cops on the way, still ain't throwin my heat
Don't even know why the fuck I'm out here dealin 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 fuck up, bleedin all on my seats
Pray