Pray for Me (feat. Webbie & Foxx a Mill) - Boosie Badazz & Webbie

Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is that you pray for me You know we always payin' attention Always out handlin' business Niggas in they feelins Certain shit can't be given I'ma go and get it, yeah Niggas got they hand out, shit, that ain't the way we livin', yeah That ain't the way that I pictured thirty hoes and ten of us niggas See, that's the way we kick it Twetny of us, and ten of us probably got an extension Everybody playin' broke 'cause they think I can fix it Everything that you got, that shit probably rented I know my partners wit' me Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeahh Who gon' ride wit' me? Aye, who gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Made it to the top from the gutter Promisin' the hood I came from it'll never be another, yeah Remember trappin' in the hood, duckin' under cover Buyin' hard ounces for my momma brother Tryna block mine, boy, you get knocked out, hah I'm wit' the shit you know that you are not 'bout Old nigga wit' some long money Nigga try me, I'ma get it all from ya Listen, I ain't worried 'bout the small run it Got my chrome on his dome then it dawned on him, dead 'em Plans too large, huh, nigga get on your ass, you put laws on 'em Fuck that shit, I'ma still sic my dogs on 'em Don't care how many police you call on 'em Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall If you got the dice, put it all on Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know it all, don't it? Nigga, keep it silent, you ain't lived through it, don't talk 'bout it, yeah Sixteen totin' A-K, havin' turf war I got a record deal, started sellin' dope for my first born, I swear Look at God, won't he do it Gotta run a bag up to Summer good 'til the bullshit I did null and void Skully pulled up, forty in my hoodie, hah, and you better not make me pull it One thing about a sucka nigga, he gon' talk cash shit 'til he run into me Drop a bankroll on his main bitch, make her go and do it for me No Hollywood, couldn't fake my life Quarter million cash on a brand new jet Crowd me, nah, nobody can do that Slide a bag, sip on yac, and let 'em handle that Trap nigga whippin' work in a Bando You violate, retaliation got me mando I keep a pistol on me 'cause the bands I don't ran 'em Numbers scratched out, paper runner Strategy used to be take Atlanta Spread it then makin' it in Savannah Runnin' my play up the East Coast I done tested the caliber, YFN Lucci Kickin' shit in the Caribbean Know you pussy, can't even open eye when you shoot When you live wit' that bullshit, you die wit' it too I would talk but could not be alive wit' the truth When you owe me and then gettin' fly wit' it too Bringin' some action, survive wit' it too Swear, I'm smokin' on nothin' but power I get money and dodgin' them cowards Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is that you pray for me Who gon' ride wit' me? Aye, who gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Who gon' ride wit' me? Aye, who gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang This next beat is so god damn sinister that I don't even, ahhm It makes me feel like everything It's just that nitty, gritty, fuckin' dirty South shit It makes me feel good This right here, this ones for the pull-up

Pray for me brother Pray for me brother Pray for me sister Are you searchin'... Pray for me brother Lookin' for the answers To all the questions In my life Will I be alone Will you be there By my side Is it something he said Is it something he did I wonder why He is searchin' For the answers To stay alive Could you ever listen Could you ever care To speak your mind Only for a minute For only one moment In time The joy is around us But show me the love That we must find Are you searchin' For a reason to be kind, to be kind... He said... Pray for me brother Pray for me brother Pray for me sister Pray for me brother Say What you wanna say now But keep your hearts open Be what you wanna be now Let's heal the confusion Pray for me brother Don't let me take When you don't wanna give Don't be afraid Just let me live Don't let me take When you don't wanna give Don't be afraid Say what you wanna say now But keep your hearts open Be what you wanna be now Let's heal the confusion Pray for me brother Pray for me brother I'm ashamed ah, brother be dying of poverty When he down on his knees its only then he prays And it's a shame ah, brother be dying of ignorance Cos the world is a trip and everybody's a hypocrite Need to stop ah, taking a look at the other I'm not ashamed of poverty Need to be making his life better So think about it, think about it once more Cos life is a blessing and it's not justa show, ah Round and round the world is spinning around We need to be singing a prayer, we need to be singing it now Round and round the world is turning around We need to be singing a prayer, we need to be singing it now Need to be feeling the power, need to be feeling the faith We need to coming together just to win this race Need to be feeling the power, need to be feeling the faith We need to coming together just to win this race (twice) Are you searching for a reason to be kind?

... I think im falling for a stripper I dont know whats going on with me But um trying to take this woman home with me I think im falling for a stripper I done hit the club twice a week She a freak to you but She a wife to me I think im falling for a stripper I swear she got the body and the face Got me wondering why she dancing in this place I think im falling for a stripper She bounce that ass i throw my paper I see why them other strippers hater her It sound crazy but im being

I remember we was wilin' My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker Try me I've popped (I've stopped) We been on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money Went to war had a lot of niggas running Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma And say "I love you momma" We was young and fucked up in the head Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it Remember we first got a deal, nigga And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" I was still in the field with 'em You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I'll be back in a minute Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating Well I told 'em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas You had twins, they was beautiful as ever "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don't learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie