Lyrics Mr. Martin (feat. Akon) - Pras Michel
[Akon]
Convicts,
it's
the
convicts
Testing
one
two
three,
we
come
[Chorus:
Akon]
I
said
call
Mr.
Martin,
tell
'im
to
build
a
coffin
Today
is
death
season,
a
hundred
MC's
a
get
murderin
I
said
call
Mr.
Martin,
tell
'im
to
build
a
coffin
Today
is
death
season,
a
hundred
soundbwoys
a
get
murderin,
yeah
Lay
flat,
lay
flat,
lay
flat,
lay
flat
Came
with
a
full
clip
I
got
one
shot
left
Everybody
lay
flat,
lay
flat,
lay
flat,
lay
flat
Came
with
a
full
clip
I
got
one
shot
left
[Pras
Michel]
Everytime
I
BREATHE
I
feel
like
they're
killin
me
It
seems
death
my
only
way
to
my
destiny
You
see
crazy
the
bwoy
that
go
against
my
rap
I'm
like
Moses
when
I
strike
down
my
staff
See
my
wordplay,
is
like
arts
and
craft
And
my
gunplay
will
blast
any
Babylon
in
my
path
Win
lose
or
draw,
the
bloodiest
bath
Fifth
to
the
fist
is
the
cruddiest
jab
Ever
seen,
pocket
stays
ever
green
Like
Christmas
trees
I
dismiss
these
Fool
slide,
close
my
eyes,
lead
the
blind
Decapitate
you,
ease
your
mind
Haitian
homes,
lethal
lines,
it's
my
time,
to
shine
I
resurrect
like
Lazareth
Baby
I'ma
cancel
death
Got
to
survive
in
this
main
maniac
depression
Fuck
y'all,
'scuse
my
expression
[Chorus]
w/
ad
libs
[Akon]
Ticky
ticky
tock
on
my
golden
hen
She
layin
next
to
this
gentlemen
Sometimes
glock
9,
sometimes
mac-10
Hooooo...
You
see
whenever
she
lay
down
she
cock
an
alarm
Cock
cock
cock,
cock
me
lay
down
Time
to
lay
low
(time
to
lay
low)
Time
to
lay
low
(time
to
lay
low)
Tick-a-tick-a-tock,
tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Tick-a-tick-a-tock,
tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tock
Let
me
tell
'em,
yo
[Pras
Michel]
Aiyyo
this
life
ain't
for
livin
it's
for,
fightin
wars
No
matter
what
the
truth
is,
hold
on
to
what's
yours
Never
forget
the
day
they
crucified
Jesus
Christ
And
the
day
they
turned
their
backs
on
the
civil
rights
Lyrically,
we
trained
to
assass'
y'all
Stash
flat
irons,
thinner
than
plasmas
Cardiac
arrest,
give
a
big
man
asthma
Run
for
ya
life
if
you
think
you
got
stamina
Caught
an
ounce
of
lead,
watch
how
Babylon
spreads
You
know
the
type
that'll
run
to
the
feds
Never
ran,
never
real
cop
Port-au-Prince
It's
an
avalanche,
homey
you
don't
stand
a
chance
...
ants
in
your
pants
You
wanna
rock,
these
bullets'll
make
you
dance
Homies
thought
I'd
be
driven
away
in
a
black
hearse
But
the
first
shall
be
last,
the
last
be
first
[Chorus]
w/
ad
libs
Album
Win, Lose, or Draw
1 Dreamin' (feat. Sharli McQueen)
2 Light My Fire (feat. Sharli McQueen)
3 Dance Hall (feat. Sean Paul & Spraga Benz)
4 Haven't Found (feat. Sharli McQueen)
5 For Love
6 Angels Sing (feat. Wyclef Jean)
7 Mr. Martin (feat. Akon)
8 One Monkey Don't Stop the Show (feat. Sharli McQueen)
9 Friend A' Foe
10 Party's Ova (feat. Mista)
11 Ghetto Politics (feat. Temp)
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