Artist: Shabazz the Disciple Album: The Passion of the Hood Christ Song: Prayfemy Typed by: Cno Evil [Shabazz the Disciple] Aiyo, I've been through a lot, the game tortured me These flames is scorching me, Allah's hands be stretching forth for me Sometimes I feel heavenly father be divorcing me My life is like a biblical novel, ya'll ain't at fault for me The parrels of my past, almost got me a life sentence Fatal syringe, piercing the vein of sinners Playing who letting, these games of demons and barrels Sware it's poison smoke, fake on the skill, the Five Percenters Stripped of our halo and rings, evil got in us Mad guns and heavyweight, money machine and printers I ran the streets with them killers and skrilla getters Gorillas dodging NARCs, seal sharks and counterfitters Took out the side of your mouth, where slugs'll fly Right out the side of your mouth, then everybody's getting tied in the house [Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] If I could live my life all over again I wouldn't be involved in so much sin My money and my gun'll be my only friend Besides you, heavenly father (pray for me) [Shabazz the Disciple] We go to wakes with the gun and flowers Retaliate, man, kidnap your mate, when you hear one of ours The gat snuff 'em, we cuff 'em and ductape 'em If ya'll ain't meet our ransom demands, my niggas raped them We never gave a flying fuck, whether you sold or you snort The judge, told niggas, don't ever show they face in this court You come up short or you bounce with a bomb You get hit up in broad daylight, in front of your moms That real gangster shit, never showing faces and fifths Pop witnesses to get them cases dismissed Call me an animal, man, the streets raised me Somebody must of prayed for me, cuz God saved me [Chorus 2X] [Shabazz the Disciple] I thank Allah for the star and crescent And for my many blessings, coming 'cross the lessons as an adoslescent We scare beards for them weapons possessions And for the fan whose coming home right now, rapping on back stretches The Gods orchestrate hits like Beethoven Acting in concert, for that weight, the gates closing The Passion of the Hood Je-sus, eyes are firery From the burning bush, grill of Grey Goose, hit the scales And post bail for that pearly trey deuce, see Crips and Bloods On the camera, real gang truce My second coming got them infedels naucious Cuz I spit that hell fire, have 'em kissing they crosses Affiliated with them gangstas and bosses Bout to heaven, flying silly sevens; abortions They know a milli' gangstas, who ready to spray for me Them old ones try'nna kill me, man, so pray for me [Chorus 2X]