Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Prayer, artist - Black Child. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
The Prayer |
| Ghetto gospel, all thugs gotta pray, hear me Lord, yo |
| If killin' niggas is wrong, God forgive me for my sins |
| And all my evil thoughts like fuckin' my girlfriends |
| God bless my family and the bitch I bagged in the Camry |
| And any extra guns that come in handy |
| Not to play but pray for things that’s corrupt |
| But the Lord knows this world is all fucked up |
| In God’s eyes, every nigga is created equal |
| To some crackers, we evil 'cause we livin' lethal |
| And anythin' we gots to get, gots to get got nigga |
| Even if somebody, gots to get shot nigga |
| Why not? |
| A whole lot of thugs died on my block |
| And I see the killer’s still free, so fuck cops |
| We got no love for the Lord, that’s why we pack gats |
| When them shots pop, bitch cops, where They at? |
| Probably somewhere at Dunkin' Donuts |
| While black child got niggas on the corner with they hands cuffed |
| Now let me load my heat before I go to sleep |
| And pray to God, I don’t end up six feet deep |
| 'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers |
| And all my niggas at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake |
| Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake |
| God, please forgive me for all my sins, Lord please |
| Psalms 23, the Lord is my Sheppard and the gun’s my weapon |
| Reppin' my upper sections, they blessed with protection |
| It’s nothin' on this Earth that my soul should warn |
| Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts |
| Nigga, we lust to bust and guns we trust |
| The God’s copped me a path, now that’s righteous |
| I’m tight 'cause my peeps was breathin' they last breath |
| Where we was, bubblin' in the valley of death |
| I went to jail and end up bein' the last nigga left |
| Now, I fear no evil and hear no evil |
| Just threw the silencer on my Desert Eagle |
| Nigga to free my people, I’m prepared for the enemy |
| And thugs who won’t pull out and put slugs up in me |
| Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy |
| Word to God, all y’all niggas is gonna remember me |
| Hey, black child, black child, now let me load my heat |
| Before I go to sleep and pray to God, I don’t end up six feet deep |
| 'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers |
| And all my niggas at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake |
| Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake |
| Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy, street niggas pray |
| Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat |
| Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long beach |
| All the thugs in the street got love for me |
| Hollis, South Side, B.K., Q. B |
| I don’t give a fuck nigga, I die for I N C |
| And ride for everybody that’ll ride for me |
| All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie |
| Make bottles of remi, keep 'em so pissy |
| Now let me load my heat before I go to sleep |
| And pray to God, I don’t end up six feet deep |
| 'Cause if I die, before I wake, let me die on some papers |
| And all my niggas at my wake, I said, if I die before I wake |
| Let me die on some papers and all my bitches at my wake |
| Word to god, bless all my hood people, all my good people |
| Alright, c’mon nigga, let’s go |