Lyrics:
tape, I gave that shit to Khaled
Thankful for my supporters, everyone that ever bought us
Grateful for every lesson these by any streets taught us
by the way, things had to change anyway
No more riches fade away, and I had to find a way
How to get the Choppas in the trenches just in seven days
I
the blanks for me
Trying to read between the lines
From the zodiacs down to the street signs
I’m being played by a riddle
Just not sure it has an answer
But I
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife commandments
Under the street lights
Pit stop by the park
And rolled a blunt tight
Fuck I left my lighter at home
But I ain't turning back
Bought a bic on the corner
on repeat
Shawty said she wanna leave
Get my beat we bout to hit
Metro housing by the streets
While my diamonds give me Heat
Aj told me bout his niece
Ain't
you in my street
You should keep it real
If you fuckin' with me then you fuckin'' with my gees
If you playing too much then you dont know mister b
se ya nya bi nso a Joe ye ma o
24/7 we dey hustle for the money everyday ye kew3 o
Yem pe longtin se Nye sika sem nso a menti mahoma o
Street na aye
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday`s calling you too early when you`re sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean
And just like 7 Up
Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up
consists one honey
Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeks
The seven twos eleven till death toy
Now you understand what i'm talking about
Now you
stuck by the seven
The seven commandments
Metric equivalents
Meaning many niggas died for pleasures
[Dom PaChino]
I wagin guerilla warfare, supply
Shit could get ugly
Shit could get ugly
Shit could get real fucking ugly
Word on the street you the police
Shit could get ugly
Shit could get ugly
Miałem być najgorszy jak 6-6-6
Miałem być najgorszy jak 6-6-6
Miałem być najlepszy jak 7-7-7
Miałem postawić mój pomnik zrobić save, save, save
She's a Miss Beautiful Supreme
A girl that others wish that they could be
If there's seven wonders of the world
Then I know she's gotta be number
to break the rules in place
Just to aggravate the human race
Street Kings, raised in the streets
You can tell by the name on the wall
Street Kings, we'll die
feelin so Angelic
Nah this ain’t “Chuurch” but check how I said it
The curse words hurt but they so poetic
On the street I’m a Vet, the hoes are
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
me
Watch out Gangstas in the street
But who’s left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New
Gangstas in the street
But who's left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New rule, 40 and a mule
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