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letra de 1 minute to pray - a$ton matthews

[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 -ss .40 turn them track feet to turf toe
lip, get a fistful, brains, get a clip full
you know how this sh-t go
you know how this sh-t go
looney gangstas catch you slippin’
you know how this sh-t go
double burger with the cheese
you know how this sh-t 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 b-ttersworth, yeah
this h-ll 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 p-ssy, we ain’t never took that sh-t lightly
but you can bet we flip your b-tch 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 -ss fired up
weird n-gga 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 n-gga just a soft, warm, piece of sh-t, lyin
i’m gonna take him out back and get started
a kidney four grand, a spleen is twelve hundred
n-gga got his slum dog chain, his sh-t 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 n-gga
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 sh-t gettin’ torched
i don’t give a f-ck who in it that’s your fault
yeah your b-tch know your p-ssy now, aw man
she gon’ give that p-ssy out, aw d-mn

- aton matthews

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