Pray To Da East - Maestro Fresh Wes

featuring Percee P 

Pray to the east  pray to the east... 

Yeah 
I got my man in the studio 
One of the illest MC's in the world 
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 ] 
Your skills lack while I'm still strapped 
With real raps  and feel that I should kill wack 
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-chi-min when I rock my shit 
When it comes to props I get lots of it 
I can get Madonna, money, your threats are minor 
And bet you find your girl with a wet pijama 
Drippin with my cassette behind her 
Got more band trail than your hand's sellin 
Fans scalin, jam railin like it's Van Halen 
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 
Percee P wanted for first degree 
Murder, since you heard it first from me, you worshipped me 
Fuckin threat, you heard nothin yet 
No need for buckin tecs, but rappers to duck in fret or upper-jet 
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 b