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A Minute to Pray and a Second to Die

Scarface

Mr. Scarface Is Back

1991

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

a king
I'm respected in these streets
Nigga they treat me like a king

I'm the definition of real life
Still on my toe
Got six old niggas looking down so

the cost
I'm the street prophet
Speaking truths from the core
While they're blinded by illusions
They remain poor
In this game of life
I'm the king the boss

life no easy, and di ghetto life short 
From yuh live down inna di ghetto you know you haffi street smart 
You haffi watch di way you walk yuh betta

noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost

the five-oh that brutalize-S.O.S.
Before you try suicide-S.O.S.

[Street Life]

Street chronicle, wise words by the abominal
High honorable, rap quotable

Oh no
You belong
To the streets
You a treesh
By tonight
You'll belong to the streets
Oh no
You belong
To the streets
You a treesh
By tonight
You'll

here with me (here with me bitch) by my side (by my mutha fuckin side)
Hustling in these streets
It's hard in these streets
Life is a story you'll never

the street)
Me oni baje 9ja oni baje
(Rich people living large
Buying cars everyday)

I used to live by the sea
In cribs at Lekki Beach
Where life was so hard

the street)
Me oni baje 9ja oni baje
(Rich people living large
Buying cars everyday)

I used to live by the sea
In cribs at Lekki Beach
Where life was so hard

vital for the survival of the street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple

Gee for life lyrics


Shout out to my n*** in the street wey dey hold it down, to dawgs way back


Shout out to my n*** in the street wey dey hold me

Bright Side of the Road

Van Morrison

The Best of Van Morrison [Mercury]

1990

me
Won't you help me share my load
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road

Into this life we're born
Baby sometimes, sometimes

block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find

And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late

And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

And this city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through

no reason
Life’s like the purge
Police be shouting
In the streets
I Can’t breathe
From all the stress that I face
Living in America
With disputing all

Life is a journey

(life is a journey oo)

Life is a journey ye ah (life is a journey oo)

Life is a journey

(life is a journey oo)

Life is

Like Cheesecake Factory, Flyin around rocking them shows
Bought the old school Impala on 4's to run the streets
I had a kid by a girl I just met that

yo

It's got a hold on me
The streets won't let me go i'm in love
It takes it's toll on me
When I try to leave it alone
I can't say no to the gangsta's

a bit
Trying to figure what life is in the Street balling out with my homies
I gat the name of the street writing in
My chest west side no one knows my