Lyrics:
It was more like four with an appetite
Yeah five times, we're getting it right
Six cold sweats, then 7 8 9
Death by a thousand cuts and we didn't even
THE WORKING OF MIRcCLES
Second Gift of the Power Gifts
POWER GIFTS
1. Gift of Faith
2. Working of Miracles
3. Gift of Healing.
Foundation
wit it (Huh)
It's triple 7
I wear it on me don't call it a pendant (No)
And I got the powers 11
But I might turn evil don't call me a menace (Woah)
She
ain't hotter than the sun out in barstow
Seven six O is my post west coasting head to the beach stay wavy by the ocean
Head on a swivel cause times ain't
Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 Pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins, that's right
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss
And mutterings, and thunders
And before it burned seven lamps
Which are the seven spirits of God
Facing it was a whole sea of glass, like crystal
And in
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton"
Like oh, oh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coups, coups
Fuck you thought nigga they tryna'
You're tied to the mast over boiling seas
Trying to avoid your own personal catastrophe
The lucky number seven seldom comes in threes
And clinging
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
me
Ya dig?
Lend me a second of your time
And let me speak what's on my mind if it is
K.I.N.G.
Them niggas will call me king
But never would
an ingrate
That free lesson was a blessing
Now you second guessing who you ought to be testing
Don't like to throw hands but if ya step to my fam pa
You gonna
pushing
Nigga
This the story of my life
My middle fingers to the sky
While I scream
Fuck the world
I’m still pushing
This the story of my life
Ain’t nobody
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
It's been a miracle from what you've done
Please stay right by my side
Two can be one
The righteous way to go
Been a while but no
I'll believe
the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, over throwed
Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
B-I-G B-O-I, me
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
the middle and then
"Hold up, wait a second, nigga, you gotta condom?"
Come on beautiful girl, of course, I've got protection
I stay with Magnums and I
the ground and rushes to the house, surprisingly quickly for his age, giving Edward a sign to wait. On his way back he is carrying a large book, chewed by time
hoping someone found it
God give me some blessing
I'll grab it by the second
Cah I'm out here In these trenches
Serving near benches (oooh)
People
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second
doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)
... got to be an addiction with me!" (Aaahhhh... nothin' like it!)
Hey, beautiful, beautiful! Last one got 'em!
"30 rounds in one and a half seconds
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