Lyrics:
from right
Walk the streets or ride my bike
Now the youths want to do drive-bys
Father God how can we get by, live a stress free life aye
Songs
scored (Bu-bush)
Couldn't give a toss about law (Nope)
Niggas know CB (They know)
More time, if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me (Go ask about)
I
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
It was hard for a nigga to go to sleep
We was bout booted
Bout 7 days a week
My Niggas underground
So it's hard for me to sweep
Couldn't even
forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine (it's time to get high)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no
face
Or brush my teeth
To keep that Gucci on my back
And that Prada on my feet i trap trap 365 24
7 hater I be on my grind
You know I'm 'bout my paper no
the street
Somewhere deceased
Now we struggle to live
But we living to die
I see my homies dying one by one
I want to cry
But if heaven's where your living
Fuck this! Crooked system filled with men of deceit
Reason why you see ghetto kids lie helpless on the street
Churches are been oversee'd by liars
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
pager, then quickly, relax my feet
Hotel Onion drinkin' brew watchin' Sesame Street
You thought you saw me with a wig on, at 7/11
Disguised like
(ye, ye)
Ye, Ye
King Dollalala She jus wanna hollalala
Seven with no fathalalala
She just wanna dance all night until the sunup
I just put a dolla
"Gun shots"
[Ty Knitty]
Uh uh uh it's war son for real
" Machine gun shots"
[Godfather]
War (repeating)
If its war it's on
24 slash 7 war war
We
man D. Rose
But I keep her by my side
Going beauty and the beast mode
Grew up in the city
So she understand the street code
She’ll get a Benz heated
can't out think her but I can sure out drink her
And that's what I'm doing here now.
I've spent seven years with the wrong woman
Seven and going
to the streets in a (?)
You think we the same, you cappin'
You think you lit, you cappin'
I get my food from madness
Your roley over average
You know I'm oh
A warning tuh dem
More cloud inna di sunshine
A warning, tuh yuh dem one fi call themselves yuh know di people of di streets yuh know
Wi own di
the page
I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage
I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change
Man I'm runnin' up Broad Street, in
drinking much, by sinking deep
In my bed but I can't sleep
I'm on seven different drugs and I hate everyone you love
Got ten bitches on my cock
But no one
Ooh uh ooh ajayy seven one one
Ooh uh oh
I'm a survive this one
I'm a survivor yes I've won
For my dreams I ain't letting go
For my dreams I ain't
Natural born hustler raised in these streets gotta
Stay on my grind 24/7 a week if I
Want to survive then you know I gotta eat so I
Do what I gotta
the heaven?"
(Heaven)
(Heaven)
(Heaven)
I'd love to live in the "USSR
Twenty Seventy-Seven"
(Seven)
(Seven)
(Seven)
The old Soviet Union no longer exists,
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