Lyrics:
Creeping at night ready to
Take your fucking life roll the dice
Never think twice
Killing these bitches will always suffice
1-8-7, drinking red rum
nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
born freaks, wit blonde streaks
Seven's on cheeks
My (girls) nothin' less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my (girls)
Thug
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My
I come from the game (Holla)
Close encounter
Digital scale and money counter
On top of the kitchen counter
Right up under the cabinets by
The rice
bitch nigga
Re-up with a seven cuz that's all I can get, nigga
Small time hustler, me I'm just a governor
Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through
Chorus:
People came ??
Encore, encore
People came in by the load
Ooh, love is strong
(KMG)
Yeah why'all, I felt the need, I had to let ya
mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his best
Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade school
Paid
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
in a hearse (nah)
You scared about failing? Just know that it could be worse
Line seven - Imma give you all a lesson for free
Don’t let he who hasn’t
polluted everything, and now the third world's gone
The waters poisoned where I'm from the third world son
Seven hundred children die by the end 'this song
Gotta listen to God's word and be obedient
Give my tithes and offerings and reap the millions
Not dollars but blessings come seven-fold
There are
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour (Every minute of the hour)
Day by day (Day by day)
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
Dear Tyre
I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.
You
by the gang
(pow, pow, pow)
Seven grand blunt, lick it like a cigar (shuh)
I'm with your bitch when I hop out the car (shkurt)
You talking that shit,
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
[Nas]
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
Nas
Homie I got yo back
I'm not gon' leave you out to dry
I will take you off the street
And I'm gon' show you everything you can without it
If I got then
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided
By angel with white wings
Nas the Viking
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
[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up,
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
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