Lirieke:
Big Wreck Prayer

I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies

die Die motherfuckers Die motherfuckers Die Now I lay me down to sleep, yeah Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the

't upset me, boy Touch me my dog a wet 'cha, boy Never disrespect me, boy, dog you better check ya' boy 'Cause I'll never thirty-eight 'cha, I'll tech ya, boy Pray

and all the G's in Cali locked up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin' Look around, your town is crumblin' This Big

niggas how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to the infamous When niggas out now was on infamil Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield Wrecking

care about You've got those orders comin' in and moonshine goin' out If a revenue man ever hears about this boy you won't have a prayer The Franklin

'a never been born Too late, big mistake in '72 It's '92, now the year of code blue 15 hours 11 minutes 30 seconds I'm a motherfuckin' wreck Gonna pay

thought you stalked you Where you walked to at night Caught you then tried to extort you New York niggaz is trigger happy, got Pataki scared This town ain't big