Uh   (Yeah)   Gangsta, killa   (Killa)   Killa beats nigga   (Beats nigga)   Iraqians   (Iraqians)   Do it like this   (Send Iraq to the heavens)      Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin'   Tec nine's the wet clothin'   These niggas heard we mack moldin'   It's all gravy how I fuckin' my eighties   No women, no babies   Versace niggas get crump crazy      You think I'm soft, how I'm up in the loft   And gettin' sucked off, with some Cristal on my cock   And plus duck sauce and two Spanish bitches lickin' it off   Nah, ain't shit changed, I'm still pickin' you off      I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer   These niggas gay like the guard that was in 'Sleepers'   Two ways without beepers   These little niggas more leapers   I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures   Shoot your whole face up and fucked up your features      Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over   And still fuck 'til I'm dead sober   I don't care about your balls, your hood or your weed   Fuck your whack ass thoughts, I can throw some speed      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh      I desecrate the nations, gee I'm a sick individual   Jose Louis yo, analog digital   Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali, my niggas run deep in your roots   Allah Kelly got your project shook, every time you look   'Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book      Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk Nore   Hands around my two Spanish bitches holdin' my liquor   Across the street these niggas scopin' me, hopin' I slip   Like I ain't on point but what point is this      Do they know my fingers stay itchy, my whip do a buck sixty   Do a 360 donut and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin' faces   I 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 breathe, it go      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh      Uh, ah, hey yo this street life we live it   This thug life we live it   If you ain't frontin', we live this shit      Hey yo, this street life we live it   This thug shit we live it   Thugged out ain't playin', we live this shit      Hey yo, hey yo, it's Muze vinity chin tap your chin   Send a shot through your limb, think we ain't gonna win   Stuff valar I know they way I'm livin' ain't right   But's that's life, live and learn 'til I get my game tight      I came up a broken home, rolled wit chrome   Pops was never known on the block 'til my cheddar's blown   Fiendin' for the day I was on, fat beats since the day I was born   To know he snatched me and my other half      Thugged out never gettin' cash   No mom would put a foot in nigga's ass, mash   Coast to coast wit the Cali most   Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost   You bitch nigga, what      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh      Now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake   I pray the Lord my soul to take, uh      Uh, now I lay me down to sleep   I pray the Lord my soul to keep   If I should die before I wake