Текст песни Noreaga f Musaliny-N-Maze - God`s Favorite
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[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 holdinTec nine`s the wet clothinThese niggas heard we mack moldinIt`s all gravy how I fuckin my eightiesNo women, no babies, Versace niggas get crump crazyYou think I`m soft how I`m up in the loftAnd gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my cockAnd plus duck sauce and two Spanish bitches lickin it offNah, ain`t shit changed I`m still pickin you offI stay drunk wit a lot of reeferThese niggas gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers"Two ways without beepersThese little niggas more leapersI got gangstas that gangbang on all creaturesShoot your whole face up and fucked up your featuresIraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall overAnd still fuck `til I`m dead soberI don`t care about your balls, your hood, or your weedFuck your whack ass thoughts I can throw some speed[Chorus] - 2XNow I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord my soul to keepIf I should die before I wakeI pray the lord my soul to take (uh)[Noreaga]I desecrate the nations, gee I`m a sick individualJose Louis yo, Analog digitalCigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my niggas run deep in your rootsAllah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you lookCause I pray fifty niggas every flight they bookYour more story, get up outta the club, it`s drunk NOREHands around my two Spanish bitches holdin my liquorAcross the street these niggas scopin me, hopin I slipLike I ain`t on point, but what point is thisDo they know my fingers stay itchy, my whip do a buck sixtyDo a 360 donut, and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin facesI 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 breatheIt go[Chorus][Break - Musaliny]Uh, ah Hey yo this street life we live itThis thug life we live itIf you ain`t frontin, we live this shitHey yo this street life we live itThis thug shit we live itThugged out ain`t playin, we live this shit[Muze]Hey yo, hey yo, it`s Muze vinity chin tap your chinSend a shot through your limb, think we ain`t gonna winStuff valar I know they way I`m livin ain`t rightBut`s that`s life live and learn `til I get my game tightI came up a broken home, rolled wit chromePops was never known on the block `til my cheddar`s blownFiendin for the day I was on, fat beats since the day I was bornToo know he snatched me and my other halfThugged out never gettin cashNo mom would put a foot in nigga`s ass, mash Coast to coast wit the Cali mostTally wit toast and party wit my cousin`s ghostYou bitch nigga, what[Chorus](*talking*)Uh, Now I lay me down to sleepI pray the lord my soul to keepIf I should die before I wake