Lyrics:
many moments in my memory
Well sure was fun, ‘cause the game was free
It was free
Hey Mister, you seem anxious to go
You’ll find that seat in the 7th
the 7th wonder reigning over us at night
When you cry, don't you know we're right there crying with
You
People put you down, yeah way down and you feel
I'm selling mine
Shots fired but expired by the 7th time
How the fuck you cool
You don't even know the rules
He just flew the coop and
Got chickens he
A blinding flash lit the midnight sky
I spun myself around, shielding my eyes
Dashing through the heavens, dying in a 7th chord
Was a light I
you
Heavens
Did it hurt when you fell?
Did it hurt
Some take me too seriously
Some take me too seriously
Her love is like a 7th dimensional frequency
of Chiang Kai-shek
I'm the power elite
Me and the 7th fleet
He said, Meet my sister, Madam Nhu
The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu
He said, Meet my
And Swallow That
Tricks Make It Rain We Don't Carry Ones
I'm From 7th Street Now Nigga Where You From?
It's A Gang Thang Can't It Money Counters
All We Do Is
7th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 8th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 9th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed to them 10th Ward niggaz
Pass that weed
Dependin' on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My classmates sellin' yay
one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named mr. dulah
Who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
Cause.. this is no
on and on
I'm ins like- (don't rock my yacht)
I got gills like Johnny, sell that 7th Elf (well, good for ya)
Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it)
Ways that
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
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray
come as predicted
Holdin the raw seal, all heads kneel
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, East
been going down one way
Like driving on 7th ave
The fuck do you know about hustle, 'til your vision turn into tunnel
It's knowing the shit that you built
we still breathin' (aah!)
I'm the black sheep of this music industry shit
Used to be a flock of us but now the flock's depleting
7th Ward
Bobby was a beautiful girl from a small town in a great big world.
Her daddy owned the corner store off of 7th Avenue.
Danny-Jo just turned
don't want to be forgotten
I don't want you to be
Another Lullaby
Yell it
Ah
Remember back
Remember back at night
Remember back in
It's July 7th
Almost
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
Performin live tonight at the raw little cafe
Tickets on sale right now and they goin pretty fast
I gotta couple right here for the 7th caller
Give me a call
I'm spittin' my inferno turning purple
I'll kick your ass to Uranus you in the 7th circle
The way I'm fed up in this suffering you'd think I'm touching
through pain
I got him in 7th grade
It’s a reminder that change
Can be a detrimental thing
Cause nothing can stay the same
I heard all dogs go to heaven
was you when moms got shot (Where)
And they say she wouldn't walk
7th Grade
Bought my jays (Jays)
Bought my uniforms and all (All that)
Auntie Toya
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