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| Jay-Z American Gangster Pray (Beyonce talking) (Jay-Z - Verse one) look, mindstate of a gangster from the 40's meet the vicious mind of motown's Berry Gordi turn crack rocks into a chain of 40/40's sorry my jewlerys so gordy slid into the party with my new pair of Maurys america meet the gangsta Shawn Corey hey young world wanna hear a story? close your eyes and you could pretend your me a cut from the cloth of the kennedys Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genevees this is the genesis of a nemesis mother america's not witnessing the harlem renescance birthed black buisnesses this is the tale of lost innocence as the inncents burn and the turn tables turn and that Al Greens plays i see my mother's afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays and my poppa just left the house, in search of the killer of my Uncle Ray and she's trying to calm my nerves, as i observe this is just one day and what tommorow has in store we could never be sure so all we can do is Pray (Beyonce Talking) as i head towrards my home room i observe the rooms though needles on the ground i hear a car go vrooom drug dealer in the BM with the top down as the girls start to giggle i ask why you laugh they say "you too little" one day you'll understand when you become a man 'bout things you have to get you fast foward freeze frame on my pistol fist full of dollers ignorence is so blissfull i didnt choose this life this life chose me around here is the shit that you just do i just left school, the same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue they had they guns drawn screaming just move unless there something else you suggest we can do he made his way to the trunk, opened it like a hu a treasure chest was removed cops said he'll be back next month what we called Kurrup he called paying dues now when the rules is blurred as they hears a blurr what am i to do but pray, pray the lord forgive me pray guys goodbye for what imma go through Pray (Beyonce Talking) anyway this whole pressure into drug confession flurrishes like beverages hu refreshing sweet taste of sin everything i've seen made me everything i am bad drug dealer or i victim i beg what came first moving chickens or the egg |
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