歌手:Noreaga
专辑:《God's Favorite》

作词 : Abdallah, Almonte, Santiago
Uh, (yeah), gangsta, killa (killa) killa beats ***** (beats *****)
Iraqians (Iraqians)
Do it like this (send Iraq to the heavens) [Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin
Tec nine's the wet clothin
These *****s heard we mack moldin
It's all gravy how
I ****in my eighties
No women, no babies,
Versace *****s get crump crazy
You think
I'm soft how
I'm up in the loft
And gettin sucked off, with some
Cristal on my ****
And plus duck sauce and two
Spanish *****es lickin it off
Nah, ain't **** changed
I'm still pickin you off
I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer
These *****s gay like the guard that was in "Sleepers"
Two ways without beepers
These little *****s more leapers
I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures
Shoot your whole face up and ****ed up your features
Iraq soldier, see the
Henny made me fall over
And still **** 'til
I'm dead sober
I don't care about your *****, your hood, or your ****
**** your whack ass thoughts
I can throw some speed [Chorus x2]
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) [Noreaga]
I desecrate the nations, gee
I'm a sick individual
Jose Louis yo,
****og digital
Cigliari Trarabelly,
Run Isreali my *****s run deep in your roots
***** Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look
Cause I pray fifty *****s every flight they book
Your more story, get up outta the club, it's drunk
NORE Hands around my two
Spanish *****es holdin my liquor
Across the street these *****s 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 *****s in they ****in 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 [Chorus] [Break: Musalini]
Uh, ah Hey yo this street life we live it
This thug life we live it
If you ain't frontin, we live this ****
Hey yo this street life we live it
This thug **** we live it
Thugged out ain't playin, we live this **** [Muze]
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
Too know he snatched me and my other half
Thugged out never gettin cash
No mom would put a foot in *****'s ass, mash
Coast to coast wit the
Cali most
Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin's ghost
You ***** *****, what [Chorus] [talking]
Uh, Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before
I wake