Listen to A Minute to Pray and a Second to Die by Scarface

A Minute to Pray and a Second to Die

Scarface

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Nyx
James Nyx
Composer
Marvin Gaye
Marvin Gaye
Songwriter
Brad Terrence Jordan
Brad Terrence Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scarface
Scarface
Producer

Lyrics

Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gage He used to hustle on the street corners His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna As he got older, he got even worse 'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle The brother he was squabblin' with, had broke his ankle Laid him out in the driveway Some people knew he wouldn't survive, but hey I ain't the one to speak up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook He had a baby that he couldn't raise And she will never see her father again, 'cause he's in a grave I always think about [Incomprehensible] "My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer" How will the family explain it? "My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid livin' fly fucks me up When his girl has to raise a bastard child It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me guessin' But the answer remains to be a question He lived his life in a lie I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die It was crazy how it happened Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin' All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds And the boy was just screamin' as he fell to the ground A woman yelled, "Get an ambulance" But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance You shoulda seen him, he was scared A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head He just laid there in silence And all I heard was the siren Paramedics pulled up Followed by a law man and in came a firetruck Put his ass on the stretcher But if he survives, I'm willin' to betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week, he was back at it again Went to his brother on the North side Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride Packed it up in the trunk AK-47, M-11 and a pump Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street School was lettin' out "Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", Watch me Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun, he shot him Put his tooly on the front seat Continued his mission, as he headed down the street The kids was just starin' at each other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down Collard His brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?" Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit Hah, man fuck that bitch Went to the store to use the pay phone Called up Mack, "Aiyyo, J.D. homey" Hung it up and rolled down Dagger Headin' for the nigga he was after By the time he arrived at the scene Malcolm was ready for anything He tried to sneak around the back way Never thought of bein' taken out on that day Black boy, black coat Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat He didn't fall so he fired One to the middle of his skull, he's expired A whole army came out Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one house That how it happens in the acre One nigga died in the park in the paper Shit gets deeper but why? I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
Writer(s): Marvin Gaye, Brad Jordan, James Nyx Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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