Jim Jones, Harry Fraud, Curren$y, Jay Worthy - Say A Prayer lyrics
[Jim Jones, Harry Fraud, Curren$y, Jay Worthy - Say A Prayer lyrics]
They say a good journalist
Always reflect the times you got faith
You always gotta check for signs
Wake up, nigga (La música de Harry Fraud)
The question is
Who's really leading the march?
(Who's the leader?)
If they follow the light
Then you could lead in the dark
(Stay focused)
They done lit a match to the fuse
We just needed a spark (Boom)
You can't sit at the table if you
Got some greed in your heart (Uh, uh)
This is not a movie where you
Could just read for the part (Wrong movie)
So many times I've been searched
And IDed by the narcs (I'm clean, officer)
I've been on the wrong side of
The brutal force of the cops (Fuck the pigs)
You gotta see it from our position 'cause
We was always taught they was opps, so
(Fuck 12) just to witness them seven
Days of the rioting (Woo)
It was days we was hungry and
Kinda felt like we was dieting
(Remember that?)
I been trying to numb the pain just
Like I rubbed it with lidocaine (Word)
For all the prisoners at wars that'll
Probably never see the light again
(I miss you, Melly)
I buy more chains for all
The ones that's chained up (What's up?)
I pop champagne for the ones that's going
To keep guns in the Range truck (Facts)
The truth is the government just
Wants to contain us (Why?)
'Cause they scared
They don't wanna see anyone as dangerous
(Not at all) as a 2Pac or Malcom X, per se
(As-salamu alaykum)
Well, they need to listen close
'cause this my exposé (You hear me?)
If I'm a God son just like Esco say
(Nas, what up?)
'Cause we living in the times that
Make Kanye West go pray
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was thuggin' on the block
We was runnin' from the cops
Duckin' shots from the opps, shit was brazy
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was hustlin' on the block
Still huggin' on the block
Dumpin' shots at the opps, shit was brazy
Vintage Darius Miles Clippers home jersey
Authentic clear stones in my pendent
Smell the aroma of winners
You had that Benz, it was rented
I bought a Rolls for the winter
I gave a Rolls to my nigga
That's roses while we still living
Surviving in this environment is
An extreme accomplishment
It's motherfuckin' astonishing
No strangers aboard the airplanes
We arriving in
And we gon' leave when I say we leave
They'll clear the lobby 'til then
She ain't know that's how it really went
Them fools you was with was
Pretending, see, baby girl, we really them
Really up, trucks cost half a million
Chain big as fuck
You'll look stupid trying to tuck it in
Never didn't work, never that
Just the thought of it was wack
The fuck you call that? They always
Asking where I bought it at
Sideline, mink coat on, Joe Namath back
Cleaning out my old apartment
Found a Jacob and a hundred stacks
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was thuggin' on the block
We was runnin' from the cops
Duckin' shots from the opps, shit was brazy
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was hustlin' on the block
Still huggin' on the block
Dumpin' shots at the opps, shit was brazy
Always reflect the times you got faith
You always gotta check for signs
Wake up, nigga (La música de Harry Fraud)
The question is
Who's really leading the march?
(Who's the leader?)
If they follow the light
Then you could lead in the dark
(Stay focused)
They done lit a match to the fuse
We just needed a spark (Boom)
You can't sit at the table if you
Got some greed in your heart (Uh, uh)
This is not a movie where you
Could just read for the part (Wrong movie)
So many times I've been searched
And IDed by the narcs (I'm clean, officer)
I've been on the wrong side of
The brutal force of the cops (Fuck the pigs)
You gotta see it from our position 'cause
We was always taught they was opps, so
(Fuck 12) just to witness them seven
Days of the rioting (Woo)
It was days we was hungry and
Kinda felt like we was dieting
(Remember that?)
I been trying to numb the pain just
Like I rubbed it with lidocaine (Word)
For all the prisoners at wars that'll
Probably never see the light again
(I miss you, Melly)
I buy more chains for all
The ones that's chained up (What's up?)
I pop champagne for the ones that's going
To keep guns in the Range truck (Facts)
The truth is the government just
Wants to contain us (Why?)
'Cause they scared
They don't wanna see anyone as dangerous
(Not at all) as a 2Pac or Malcom X, per se
(As-salamu alaykum)
Well, they need to listen close
'cause this my exposé (You hear me?)
If I'm a God son just like Esco say
(Nas, what up?)
'Cause we living in the times that
Make Kanye West go pray
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was thuggin' on the block
We was runnin' from the cops
Duckin' shots from the opps, shit was brazy
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was hustlin' on the block
Still huggin' on the block
Dumpin' shots at the opps, shit was brazy
Vintage Darius Miles Clippers home jersey
Authentic clear stones in my pendent
Smell the aroma of winners
You had that Benz, it was rented
I bought a Rolls for the winter
I gave a Rolls to my nigga
That's roses while we still living
Surviving in this environment is
An extreme accomplishment
It's motherfuckin' astonishing
No strangers aboard the airplanes
We arriving in
And we gon' leave when I say we leave
They'll clear the lobby 'til then
She ain't know that's how it really went
Them fools you was with was
Pretending, see, baby girl, we really them
Really up, trucks cost half a million
Chain big as fuck
You'll look stupid trying to tuck it in
Never didn't work, never that
Just the thought of it was wack
The fuck you call that? They always
Asking where I bought it at
Sideline, mink coat on, Joe Namath back
Cleaning out my old apartment
Found a Jacob and a hundred stacks
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was thuggin' on the block
We was runnin' from the cops
Duckin' shots from the opps, shit was brazy
So say a little prayer for me, baby
But don't shed a tear for me, baby
We was hustlin' on the block
Still huggin' on the block
Dumpin' shots at the opps, shit was brazy