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Mr. Scarface Is Back


Artist: Scarface
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 5
Year: 1995

A Minute To Pray And A Second To Die Lyrics - Mr. Scarface Is Back - Scarface

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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

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