hate you in death How could you leave me here all alone Poor souls wait for the Lord Paying for sins which have not been paid in life Pray for the dead for
we didn't even have a reason for this song, but we do, moment of silence for the people that's gone. Shhhhh. To those restin in peace, those dead and
of takin' care of 'em they spendin' money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies 'Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old
We know when we pray to God [unverified] We get the hustle on in the spring, fall, in summers And the winter months, we gonna praise Jesus Don't even
huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin' to God 'cause only God can solve the problems of today get on my knees and pray
and see myself rolling in seven or eleven So I can recoup this suit that I'm spending Pray to god with divine intervention all my life Repent for my
split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more lyrics I
I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name Just lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain 'Cause right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom I got problems
bitches outta bounce Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for the judgement day Now tell me how that sound? A double date laced with hate, make 'em pray for
t take' what they facing Is the trials and tribulations to make them say The Lords forsaken them Their loved ones intervening but they always blaming them For problems
Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens Let them other niggaz wear that, we take the credit While we was shopping for
its mouth, it's gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for bright lights Set flames to the
parents prayed every night that their sons weren't dead To mommy's little boy, left him in a foreign land Said, "You're fighting for your country, you
old girl. He is survived by his wife and three children. More details at 10. We can't bury this man without prayer! There is nothing to pray for sir
bro Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Wanted dead
for 'em I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers And Cuban dope dealers and these here my niggaz I ride for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em Lord, Your Son got problems
thugs Livin' the life because they wanna boom in money and drugs But ain't no love when they spray Pray for them everyday 'Cause they kill ya dead and
They stuck with me Through thick n thin You know what I?m sayin since day one. I got my family. You know I ain't got no back problem. So I dedicated this to you. Pray