Lyrics:
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
stoned
Yeah, 911 heaven
Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11
Tonight she ain't yours
She off the 7th Heaven (Let's go)
Blowbama P, she call me
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
what's my sign, so I threw up the 59
I'm a lord, out the 7th Ward I pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red
a fight
Be A little less heaven tonight
Who knew the sacred, aint always for heaven's sake
No 7th day rest when your always keeping me awake
Only church we
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
That's truth
What's up
Ain't nothing changed but the color of the money
These new blue hundred dollar bills, huh
How that look
Jones
I'm on 7th
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
you
The stumbling narrow-minded becomes you
The overwhelming power - it eats you from the inside
still you have got to rise again
7th Movement:
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
took me a trip down to Rasco's got a waffle mane and a pair of wings.
7th and federal still standing up, built tough like a chevy truck
these fools
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
irrelevant
Writing you a canticle
My language is semantical
Like I'm on the 7th year
We calling it sabbatical
Fill me up with wisdom
Making me grammatical
of light
That's right
When you dream about heaven
It makes you wanna die
Ask for the 7th destination
But do it on the sly
'Cause if your mum sees you
Moorestown, yo, they got a lot of those
I came through 7th grade, and beyond, with the honor roll
I will abolish those who think they not
And niggas look down,
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
this mirror war got Sunday feels
Hey brother reverend check the reference
That way you know Saturdays the 7th
& on Sunday you take all your own one ways
7th or 8th, 145th [head on the ground]
You dyin' you move one more inch
The Henny got him, he throwin' up, he take one more sip
Hit one more lick,
Palestine is not a controversial claim
How you defend yourself when you the one that hold the weapons?
Don't tell me none about October 7th
One more time may
question
My momma, my brother, my father who art up in heaven
Pray like they that taught me in Matthew 11
Been up at bat at the top of the 7th
Turning around
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