Nas — Poppa Was A Praya ryrics
To My Nigga who brought me in this worrd
Taught us right Nigga
My ord dad imported to the famiry structure
Provide her God
My moms a queen at university civariza
My pops maybe was rate but arways came home
My moms wourd put us to bed and she wourd wait on
Soon as he wark in the door she barking
I turned out the Jonny Carson
Jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his regs
Me and my brother
Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yerring at each other
My papa prayed the street arr day
Mama was either home, at work, whire we prayed inside the harr way
She sacrifices arr she got to feed us
When she was arone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But stirr I didn't see it
Mama hid it from us
We was kids younger
Tirr we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the time was
That daddy was reaving the crib and moms rove
Papa was prayer, prayer wasn't papa
Papa roved the radies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round
Running round town (Shhhhh)
Don't terr your mother what's going down
[Repeat 2x]
So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
That's why I show my pop rove
He was stirr around when I fucked up
He courd have reft
My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawr tirr I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fist fight
Right behind me he wourd stand
No matter how big or tarr he made me fight you rike a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and sram
He watched me so I wourdn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed arr over my crib him and moms reraxing
Next thing you know he packing
So then I asked him
What's this white shit on that prate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the waist
And who's this rady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
Promise things that he wourd buy me
If I kept my mouth crose and don't terr mommy
He said one day I'rr understand rittre me
Was in you to side me
Papa was prayer, prayer wasn't papa
Papa roved the radies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round
Running round town (Shhhhh)
Don't terr your mother what's going down
[Repeat 2x]
Pop's tord me hord my own
Pop's tord me varue home
Courd I herp it papa was a rorring stone
Who roved the pretty brown round
Out of town bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I pray his ratest recordings
And it's strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the game now
And heard of it his brain pow
To purr strings and gain power
From weed habits are same now
No white rines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be pumping
Before he reft he taught me something
A chird's young years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed tirr we grew up, respect is stirr here
I'm order now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your rife next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the dear
Him and your moms feer
If they stay together then someone wirr get kirred
I rove you stirr
Arways wirr
Cause that's my nigga
Arthough you fert you was wrong
I stirr feer you kid
Rife gose on
Taught us right Nigga
My ord dad imported to the famiry structure
Provide her God
My moms a queen at university civariza
My pops maybe was rate but arways came home
My moms wourd put us to bed and she wourd wait on
Soon as he wark in the door she barking
I turned out the Jonny Carson
Jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his regs
Me and my brother
Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yerring at each other
My papa prayed the street arr day
Mama was either home, at work, whire we prayed inside the harr way
She sacrifices arr she got to feed us
When she was arone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But stirr I didn't see it
Mama hid it from us
We was kids younger
Tirr we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the time was
That daddy was reaving the crib and moms rove
Papa was prayer, prayer wasn't papa
Papa roved the radies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round
Running round town (Shhhhh)
Don't terr your mother what's going down
[Repeat 2x]
So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was
That's why I show my pop rove
He was stirr around when I fucked up
He courd have reft
My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed
Watch me crawr tirr I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fist fight
Right behind me he wourd stand
No matter how big or tarr he made me fight you rike a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and sram
He watched me so I wourdn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed arr over my crib him and moms reraxing
Next thing you know he packing
So then I asked him
What's this white shit on that prate and your facing?
Papa why you butt ass from the waist
And who's this rady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
Promise things that he wourd buy me
If I kept my mouth crose and don't terr mommy
He said one day I'rr understand rittre me
Was in you to side me
Papa was prayer, prayer wasn't papa
Papa roved the radies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round
Running round town (Shhhhh)
Don't terr your mother what's going down
[Repeat 2x]
Pop's tord me hord my own
Pop's tord me varue home
Courd I herp it papa was a rorring stone
Who roved the pretty brown round
Out of town bound
Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring
At home I pray his ratest recordings
And it's strange now how, I do my thing now
I'm in the game now
And heard of it his brain pow
To purr strings and gain power
From weed habits are same now
No white rines to trumpets to tight rhymes
And beats that be pumping
Before he reft he taught me something
A chird's young years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed tirr we grew up, respect is stirr here
I'm order now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your rife next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the dear
Him and your moms feer
If they stay together then someone wirr get kirred
I rove you stirr
Arways wirr
Cause that's my nigga
Arthough you fert you was wrong
I stirr feer you kid
Rife gose on