1 Minute To Pray

Lyrics

[Bridge - A$ton Matthews] Hit the set from out the door, aw yeah They hit the corner, hit the floor, aw yeah Then hit the corner, hit the morgue, aw yeah Cause none them shots gon' hit the board, aw yeah [Verse 1 - A$ton Matthews] It get brazy in the turf doe Chunky ass .40 turn them track feet to turf toe Lip, get a fistful, brains, get a clip full You know how this shit go You know how this shit go Looney Gangstas catch you slippin' You know how this shit go Double burger with the cheese You know how this shit go Cause I'm a foolie wit it Fully wit it, snubby got the scottie pippin Jump it like I'm shuttlesworth, SWISH With a cup full of that buttersworth, YEAH This hell on earth is what we made our worth The land of the free, home of the brave Now half the homies gone in a cage and most in a grave Now pussy, we ain't never took that shit lightly But you can bet we flip your bitch nightly Hold the handle to that fifth tightly That paranoia, eek!, that paranoia, eek! Granny said that there never be a heaven for ya Referring to me, my vision bout as blurred as can be Lord forget it I'm a sinner have your mercy on me We herdin' the sheep while the devil whisper words in my sleep Now your hands to your feet so watch the words that you speak Bullet holes through your fleece look like the mark of the beast Dropping bodies next to all them tire marks in the street Like its regular, it is around this way They pull up, hop out, and make funerals out ya hood day [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Pop.. Pop.. Pop.. Pop.. Yeah.. Yeeeeah! I come for blood Who wanna be the first dummy get that ass fired up Weird nigga got his life liq'd, Yeah He was on the corner with them demons, you know that's what that life get Thought he was stone cold block made of iron This nigga just a soft, warm, piece of shit, lyin I'm gonna take him out back and get started A kidney four grand, a spleen is twelve hundred Nigga got his slum dog chain, his shit is fake Watch busta, fake thug busta, don't trust'em 6 AM we still lookin' for ya Parked right outside, we still lookin' for ya Escape New York its not for you Try something more laid-back that's more safe Escape LA its not for you Try somewhere more remote, like far away nigga I am the danger you worry 'bout I'm the type your father told you not to hang around I'm the type your mother told you be cautious Now hiding in the crib scared and you nauseous I find out where you live, that shit gettin' torched I don't give a fuck who in it that's your fault Yeah your bitch know your pussy now, aw man She gon' give that pussy out, aw damn