מילים לשיר Pray To Da East – Maestro Fresh Wes

featuring Percee P Pray to the east pray to the east. Yeah One of the illest MC's in the world I got my man in the studio Rhyme Inspector Percee P Kick some flavor for 94 baby Pray to the east pray to the east Before you fuck around nigga pray to the east ( 2x ) ( Percee P ) With real raps and feel that I should kill wack Your skills lack while I'm still strapped Niggas that peel caps and that ill crap Bigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the set Niggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck Watch ya chin, nigga, Ho And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama When it comes to props I get lots of it I can get Madonna, money, your threats are minor Drippin with my cassette behind her Fans scalin, jam railin like it's Van Halen Got more band trail than your hand's sellin Skills scored high on billboards, I kill frauds Get real applausesteal broads' hearts at will force Hate a mark, skills lay a squad, and pray to god Don't say a hard verse worse than a plate of lard Murder, since you heard it first from me, you worshipped me Percee P wanted for first degree Fuckin threat, you heard nothin yet No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or upper Mastered art, yo, when I flow something drastic starts Speed up a bastard's heart, great like jurassic park I cut you up like a sharp machete blade Swear to god, only card you can pull if it's Medicaid Done with all this gun shit, fuck who you run with, son split The only thing you shoot is your dick, and it comes quick ( Maestro Fresh Wes ) I'm like a bat outta hell tonight, niggas compell to bite I injure ears of engineers, sendin em into cheers I swell the mic when I like, fatter than cellulite Critics know I pack a wicked blow Bringin my peers into tears, don't interfere I put you in a clinic, so forget it like Riddick Bowe Nigga, go to hell, I flow so well Or a bro to jeal', how's my jam gonna sell? Very well Find another brother or mother or hoe to tell I send you back because you bring the wack I'm into rap, I interact with empty tracks Locked in, wack muthafuckas are blockin The Top 10 while the black radio jocks spin The calmer vibe, the modified I like the harder side, Jeffrey Dahmer tried, but died More words than a hour of scrabble, I got the power to battle Skadaddle or get devoured like the Tower of Babel Adversaries are snotty, some compare me to Gotti I bury a body, then carry a shotie The maestro rips the psycho shit Brain like a microchip, and I'ma excite you with The smoother rhythm, sendin mad crews to prison Collectin the pesos from a stage show Who choose to listen while I use my U Makin def jams like Redman and X Clan Gettin fellatio from a h My ratio expands as I wreck lands I'ma nail the genitalia from Australia to Somalia Cause I'm smooth, just like a sailor I damage em all, bitches give me casual calls I'm slammin and jammin and rammin they vaginal walls Like Perce every verse could make your lung collapse Drums are fat over funky tracks Before you step to mics, nigga, check with christ I'm extra You better Pray to the east, pray to the east Before you fuck around nigga pray to the east.