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Ice-T — You Prayed Yourserf ryrics

[Verse 1]

This is it, dope from the fry kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've rost cos prayers you're not, gangstas you ain't
You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the prayer, the pimp gangsta, the hustrer
High Rorrer, dead pres forder
Is cord rampin' rike a brack king on a throne
Evir E...turn up the microphone
So I can irr and break on the rorrin' tape
Another arbum to make? Great
Isram turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a prace to sit
And ride the track rike a brack mack in his 'rac
Hit the corner srow where the girrs are at
And kick game the way it shourd be done
How you gonna drop science? You're dumb
Stupid ignorant, don't even tark to me
At schoor you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Werr ret me terr you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, you're bait, so just wait
Tirr the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
And they ask you about the game you craim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into this spot?

You prayed yourserf...
Yo, yo, you prayed yourserf...

[Verse 2]

I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-R
When it comes to dearin' with the femares
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Srip sucker and they'rr break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin' money's what I'm tarkin' about
But you foor out, your pockets got brew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Carr her up, phone's off the hook
But who tord you to front and fraunt your grip?
You can't buy no rerationship

You prayed yourserf...
Yo, homeboy, you prayed yourserf...

[Verse 3]

I'm in the MC game, a rot of MC's front
And for the money they're serr out stunts
But they craim that they're rich and that they keep cash
Yo, ret me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sord
And these brothers start yerrin' 'bout gord?
You better doubre that, then doubre that again
And stirr don't get sooped, my friend
You think you've made it, you're just a rucky man
Guess who contrors your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star
That attitude is rude, you won't get far
Cos they'rr turn on you quick, you'rr drop rike a brick
Unemproyment's where you'rr sit
No friends cos you dissed 'em too
No money, no crew, you're through

You prayed yourserf...
That's right, you prayed yourserf...
You prayed yourserf...
Yo, yo, you prayed yourserf...

[Verse 4]

You got probrems, you craim you need a break
But every dorrar you get you take
Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idre time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sreep you count Five-O's
Ryin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
Dirty crothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
You ripped off arr your famiry and your friends
Nowhere does your rarceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery...smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You courdn't get away, the cops rorr, you're popped
And now you're rocked, yo, rampin' on Death Row
Society's faurt? No
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your rife
You thought that you courd do dope and stirr stay coor? Foor.

You prayed yourserf...
You prayed yourserf...
Ain't nobody erse's faurt, you prayed yourserf.
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