Lyrics:
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
possession
Seven teens mobbin' deep at the 7-Eleven, wassup
Mobbin' deep Landyachtz on the feet
Kickin' the concrete, wheels suck to the street
Dime and nickel
Street melt into one
He'd stay right on track
Being passed from scent to scent like the baton in a relay race
Spurred on by the aromatic blending
politics got trick up their sleeves ,/of my empty palms tree outta Miami ,blowing throughout the seven seas/iz shot flowing by the bumblebee's clean all the honey out my
I got homies that'll make you bleed, make a scene
Leave you on the street, that's their element (Tell em man)
I got homies with the trees
Is there something else you want me to do? Yeah
(Yes, you can have another job 6-7)
You know I'm only here to please you
(Stand by all cars, stand
Screamin', "Outlaw," bustin' on my enemy's block (West Side, motherfucker)
Educated on these cold streets
Gettin' money makin' dummies out the police, ain't
took available out
Seven on the car seat
Six by the back street
Five on the concrete (How many bottles on the wall)
Four by the window
Three in
along 7th Avenue
When I came to 14th Street
I saw on the corner curious
Mutilations of the human form
It was a, a school for handicapped people
And there
skating the street
Jordans be laced on my feet, you ain't got heat to come face an elite
I got the heat I got the heat 24/7 all days of the week
I got
them poles
F&N you better play with ya hoe
Going crazy you know I'm the goat
From the streets now, I'm feeling like Hove
7 times I'm putting pressure
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
leads
them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the
sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets.
A dog snarls at them.
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
the streets rollin
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
Bitch
exact
Hanson street off of Webber had to gone state the facts (boy)
Matter fact, watch me blow by
Sittin in a fly ride , tinted up so high
N**** yea I'm
excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine"
But that shit just gon' have you on my mind
Yeah
And I just wanna get you off
wey get Update
The street never cast
The street Dey pay
Nah you never get the right Update
The street never cast
The street Dey pay
Nah you never get
That West Side Like
Watch that West Side ride Greco
SKG twenty-four seven
BOSC RIDERS FOR LIFE
We ain't go side by side So you know
Do Or Die In
Ion never talk about what niggas owe me
Know me, ima get up on em, do em Lowly
Lonely nights in the cold,
Heat right by the waist
Spent 7 days
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets
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