So just pull the trigger Say a prayer to yourself He says, "Close your eyes, sometimes it helps" And then I get a scary thought That he's here means he
times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words to make things right But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life "Who does he think he
me But you still only gave 'em some prayers and sympathy Dear mama, you helped me write this By showing me to give is priceless And any man who knows a thing knows He
to sever All the work to impress, charming girls out of their dresses And smiling pretty, well pretty will shallow you forever Step on, step two, step three repeat I pray
been deceivin' you Drop the roof on the Coupe D'Ville, shoot to kill Ask niggas, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don'
s and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate their due Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew I'm just trying to live right and pray
down at the media party He was pronounced dead on arrival No suspects have been taken into custody} {Combs' trouble seems to continue As he turned himself
know my face so he don't expect it Runnin' from the gutter so he gots to accept it Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him He just another motherfucker
write wills Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills No telling what I might feel about my glory Two sides to every story That?s why I pray to God hoping that he
wills. Tired of looking at these ugly niggaz with ice grills. No telling what I might feel about my glory. Two sides to every story. That's why I pray to god hoping that he
into these cat an' they was like "Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice" I said yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice
them All this money don't mean shit If you ain't got nobody to share it with Love rules the world, you feel me He don't understand you like I do No he
do when it's your turn to go? I pray to God that I'm dreaming, I know my family Wouldn't take it, when the doctor said, "He ain't make it" Mom dukes
's a hole in my heart My soul is bleeding I need to free my mind And see what I'm feelin' 'Cause lord knows Lord knows Tired, tired of the way he treats
live, help, give, focus, trance, wake up, dance! I'm praying for the man sitting without much time May he understand the clock will never rewind Wisen
grain he's ever sold But he's still holding on He just takes the tractor another round And pulls the plow across the ground And sends up another prayer He