Текст песни: Betta Pray + перевод

It was a man and he was begging

And pleading, and praying, I guess

And he was «Please, God"n all over the place (hahaha)

So I told him he could have a half an hour

(yea) to pray to God

And if God could come down and change the circumstances

He’d have that time. (did he come?)

But God never showed up

And he never changed the circumstances…

Nigga better pray or … get yo family sacked up

Nigga better pray or never go broke

While yo bitch ass nigga on a come up

Nigga better get it right or keep it right

'fore a nigga like me go on a crime spree

I prolly hire one of the bitches

To have you niggas laid up in the IC

These niggas know that I do it

These niggas know that I do it

You bitches know, you used to it

You bitches know, you used to it

Now I lay you down to sleep, I pray to Lord yo soul he’ll keep

Wake and bake when I awake, I gotta make alotta cake

Fuck around and get yo ass caught up in some shit

IV connected to ya on a bitch

Don’t nobody here a gangsta rapper chick

My hitters hit you up … ass on (?)

Dope … niggas on 'caine

I fuck you up cause money ain’t the thang

Real bitches ain’t got love for a trick

… let’s hit a lick

You know I am ratchet, I will grab it if it’s in my face

Robbing niggas old school, all my niggas got (?)

I be bustin' on these hoes

Niggas stay bustin' on these foes

Keep that nine milli 24/7 with me

Ain’t trustin' none of these hoes

I presentin' you niggas with the truth

Cause I ain’t got no reason that I lie

I’m a hated man if I wouldn’t ride

With that iron or the nine I would probably die

I don’t take no shit from these bitch ass niggas

I’m takin' shit from these bitch ass niggas

That watch and ring, gold chain

And that pill bag you rich ass nigga

Hire niggas from my hood

Go come up in my hood

Now gimme that bullet pull

I pull that full automatic on a trick

To get shit now me and him good

Nigga better pray or … get yo family sacked up

Nigga better pray or never go broke

While yo bitch ass nigga on a come up

Nigga better get it right or keep it right

'fore a nigga like me go on a crime spree

I prolly hire one of the bitches

To have you niggas laid up in the IC

These niggas know that I do it

These niggas know that I do it

You bitches know, you used to it

You bitches know, you used to it

Outlawz, DJ Paul, all my riders convicts

Thirsty for some conflict, rowdy like a moshpit

They got me on my Pac shit, strapped up, dogged out

I think I’m goin' crazy, my mind in a nuthouse

(?) I’m like Michael Jordan, score run

Plenty game to the top no, forfeit

With a raw motherfuck start a war with

Respect me like I …

Pull up on a motherfucker like (?)

When it comes to the grind gotta improvise

It’s a matter of time before I give a smile

Ain’t nobody want that, they don’t want that

(What?) that crucial conflict

Get 'em on up, two guns up

Peep boy here the gang ain’t' beef for the nonsense

Soon as they ready let me know I’mma bang on 'em

Clip on ninety, I ain’t even got the aim on

Always a hunnid, they never worried I’mma change on 'em

They should be worried if I start to (?) on 'em

Gotta get that kick back

Got the .44 sittin' in my draws on my sixpack

Always involved (?) law

Conflict of interest, I said it before

Nigga better pray or … get yo family sacked up

Nigga better pray or never go broke

While yo bitch ass nigga on a come up

Nigga better get it right or keep it right

'fore a nigga like me go on a crime spree

I prolly hire one of the bitches

To have you niggas laid up in the IC

These niggas know that I do it

These niggas know that I do it

You bitches know, you used to it

You bitches know, you used to it

I want you to pray to you god

I want you to pray that he comes and saves you

Asap, asap, asap, asap…

Bitches think I’m bluffin'

Burn up my bible, fuck it

Koopsta burn in hell with yo white Jesus bitch, fuck him

On my knees I never pray

Bitch fuck yo holy day

Satan I pray: take me away (Haa!)

Lights bringer, Lucifers singer

Almighty ether, all demons came up

Nail me on the cross, that ain’t shit

Call my nigga Fatal, oh go get that bitch

I been doin' all this dirt, puttin' in this work

(?) you sure all this bullshit gon' work?

I be gettin' it how I live, you ain’t in my field

Hustlin' so hard nigga stackin' up for real

Nigga I would kill, cut you up for real

In the trunk for real, put you in a field

Then I fuck all you niggas off

Fuck all you niggas off

Put my nine milli in yo motherfucking mouth bitch

Nigga better pray or … get yo family sacked up

Nigga better pray or never go broke

While yo bitch ass nigga on a come up

Nigga better get it right or keep it right

'fore a nigga like me go on a crime spree

I prolly hire one of the bitches

To have you niggas laid up in the IC

These niggas know that I do it

These niggas know that I do it

You bitches know, you used to it

You bitches know, you used to it

If you fall about yo paper

Then you just like me

Like you shinin' on them suckers

Then you just like me

If you saw it after Rock

Then you just like me

You don’t give a motherfuck

Then you just like me