1 Minute To Pray A$ton Matthews (Ft. Prodigy)
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[Bridge - A$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$ton Matthews]
It get brazy in the turf doe
Chunky ass .40 turn them track feet to turf toe
Lip, get a fistful, brains, get a clip full
You know how this shit go
You know how this shit go
Looney Gangstas catch you slippin'
You know how this shit go
Double burger with the cheese
You know how this shit go
Cause I'm a foolie wit it
Fully wit it, snubby got the scottie pippin
Jump it like I'm shuttlesworth, SWISH
With a cup full of that buttersworth, YEAH
This hell on earth is what we made our worth
The land of the free, home of the brave
Now half the homies gone in a cage and most in a grave
Now pussy, we ain't never took that shit lightly
But you can bet we flip your bitch nightly
Hold the handle to that fifth tightly
That paranoia, eek!, that paranoia, eek!
Granny said that there never be a heaven for ya
Referring to me, my vision bout as blurred as can be
Lord forget it I'm a sinner have your mercy on me
We herdin' the sheep while the devil whisper words in my sleep
Now your hands to your feet so watch the words that you speak
Bullet holes through your fleece look like the mark of the beast
Dropping bodies next to all them tire marks in the street
Like its regular, it is around this way
They pull up, hop out, and make funerals out ya hood day
Hit the set from out the door, aw yeah
They hit the corner, hit the floor, aw yeah
Then hit the corner, hit the morgue, aw yeah
Cause none them shots gon' hit the board, aw yeah
[Verse 1 - A$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
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