Pray - Ice T, COCO

Yah you know

Niggas don’t really want drama

I’m just trying to live

Go out, hang out, have a little fun

Shit always gets wild, always

Its Saturday night

I’m rolling with my bitch and my niggas

Well known ghetto-grown Glock rocking street figures

Their cars trailing

I’m rolling in the front with my bitch for life

You can call her my wife

The four in the back in the blacked out 'lac

They high off the yak and they dusted too

Streets call 'em killers but I call them my crew

Some niggas wear red, my niggas wear blue

Step through the door, niggas can’t help but feel us

Faggots tuck their jewels, bitches trying to see us

Led us to the back, put us up in a booth

Got vodka and cran, Jagermeifer to shoot

Coco started dancing, everything was fine

'Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine

I was feeling good, ain’t paying him no mind

'Til the nigga got wild, threw a bottle of wine

3, 2, mother

3, 2, father

3, 2, sister

3, 2, brother

No time to pray

The shit just missed me and my niggas kicked in

Blade swing the razor and he opened his skin

These niggas wasn’t having it, gangstas too

Mother fuckers started shooting, lighting up the room

(?) wore a vest and it went right through

They bodied Big Wrench, what the fuck Imma do?

Flip the table up, me and Coco hit the back door

These niggas wasn’t done, these niggas want more

Fell off in the cut like a video game

Pulled my strap took my aim, make the door my frame

Everybody that stepped out, that body got flamed

I knew I was bleeding, I could feel the pain

Broke out, had to get behind the wheel

Running through the parking lot, Coc broke her heel

I started getting dizzy as I clenched my gat

I made it to my whip, I was shot in the back

3, 2, mother

3, 2, father

3, 2, sister

3, 2, brother

No time to pray

Jumped in the car, laid across the backseat

Coc grabbed the wheel, I was really starting to leak

Halfway out the lock got blocked, its back on

Some niggas in a blue Seville with a grill

Hopped in the stash by going for dolo

Its extra big but it packs a fully auto

Blast through my own glass, should have heard the sound

It was on bitch, no time to roll shit down

Hit the corner, see my niggas Smitty and Mick

The was rolling toward the club when they heard 'bout the shit

Didn’t have to tell 'em they just a block up the street

Cops on the way, still ain’t throwing my heat

Don’t even know why the fuck I’m out here dealing with beef

Just went out for some drinks in the club with my peeps

My two boys are dead, I seen 'em fall at my feet

And I’m shot the fuck up bleeding all on my seat