| Yeah, shit got me stressed out man. |
| I know y’all stressed out too
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| All y’all sick and tired of this bullshit man.
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| «His eyes said pray for me
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| I’ll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully" — Jay-Z 'Dead
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| Presidents II'
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| I’m writing this with ether in the lungs
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| And a burner to the brain
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| So forgive me if the words come across a bit strange
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| This a suicide note, last words to the game
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| Nas was right, shit got to change
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| Unless we said B.I.G. |
| died in vain
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| And Pac died in vain
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| Been too high on rims to see the writin' on the train
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| How can Lupe complain?
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| When his Fiasco, at a rap show to honor rap greats is too blame
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| From rap music dying in a box, sales dying on the charts
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| The art’s missin', it’s heart beat stopped
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| Master P sold us out
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| Talkin' 'bout I should stop saying «nigga»
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| Fuck that! |
| They brought this nigga out
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| This is freedom of speech nigga
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| The arson’s in the house
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| Burn your white house down with Bush twins on the couch
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| I ain’t come here to +Crank dat+ Joc or +Walk It Out+
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| Either I’m blind, or hip hop is dyin' in the south
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| And I love Face, Bun B, Cass and Goodie Mob
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| But I miss +Scenario+, +Make 'Em Pay+ and +How To Rob+
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| New York is too blame
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| Where I’m from, we look to New york for what’s poppin'
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| Now New York’s droppin'
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| And I’m talking everything
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| No more classic shit
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| No more +Shook Ones+ to blast in the whip
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| Com, +I Used To Love H.E.R.+ too, now I’m like fuck this bitch
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| Rap’s old, new Grey Hairs shit
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| If this is what makes Mims Hot
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| And this is why I’m not
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| Put a bullet in my brain, bury me with 2pac
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| Put a needle in my vein
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| So I could ride next to Kurt Cobain
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| Physical will die but the soul will remain
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| Raps wack too many fake Eminems
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| Too many white boys, dye there hair blond and try to rhyme like him
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| Everybody wanna pick up the pen
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| Try to get in the booth
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| No motivation, you killing the youth
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| Bill O’Reily don’t respect Jay-Z in no suit
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| You still a coon in they eyes
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| I hope you soon realize
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| Hip hop’s aging and I’m at it’s side
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| Tryin' to aid through the ride
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| Fuck this man
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| Don’t get too offended y’all. |
| Step your game up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pray For Me (Dirty) , by - Reks. Song from the album Say Goodnight/Big Dreamers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп