Lyrics:
Rosetta Stone please don’t speak my lingo
Choppa by my side bust it at yah hip bone
Urban with the heat yeah I got em hip tho
Flexing on the daily yeah I’m
Yeah
Yeah
Three
Fill him with holes, flip 'em
Krabby patty, got that bitch looking just like a sponge
Glock came with a dick, Give a fuck if you
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
Oh me name is John Jones
and I curse these old bones
In the morning its hard for to rise
For I work with my hands
and I’ve travelled o’er these
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3
a scrub n***a
Flat iron for a fuck n***a
And i put that on the dub
Light this bitch up like a bulb
Fuck hitting licks had to boss up
All of these mother
just live
Oh you saw some of yo niggas dying both by sports and that iron sum doin bids
This life get wicked like a mosh pit
I can teach ya couple things
thought, he can be tamed in a lyrical war?
(I guess he's playin')
We nodey come fool like SDK
If your rapping cadence dey sound like you're getting raped by
the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick
guy from the north side
Walking by faith, I'm living with closed eyes
Ey day's a funeral, my team follow suit
A three cord bond, neck-deep like bow ties
the cheat codes
If vibrations send me
I drive by on winning
Can't see inside, I'm tinting
She in the passenger, venting
Massey, unrelenting
I just found my
I hear you groan
Its good to warm your bones
Warm your bones
Warm your bones
Sit by the fire
Said its gonna be all fine
No one told you, sit up
Nigga try me and I'm being the mops out
I was outside tryna see what the opps bout
I don't why these fuck niggas hating
Put rappers on skillets cook them
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread nigga)
Yeah
Railroad
Ay
Ay, Ay, turnup
Chi-town
Hands up, Hands up
Chi-town
Ay
Waking up at 5a (che)
Fell asleep onna freeway (skirt)
Iron bars shut my
had submitted individual pieces by The Seven to a number
of journals and magazines with many accepted and published. A list
was typed for each fictional
In Acre, baptism by iron we learned
The enemies of god must be vanquished and burned
Heathens and heretics, in all but name
How many Christians were
One last time
An old design aimed to sort the immune from those
Born into ivory and gold mined by the rest
An iron war, diamond campaign
The lungs
by (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
To get by (yeah, ay)
Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For
What's left to a giant
David's Iron
I still got the iron
Increase supply in
Fuck these niggas still talking bout they run it up
If you think you can do
'Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even
Intro
Kresenda (x 3)
life ender,
Kill dem
Verse 1
Squeeze trigga fast,
badness mi endorse,
Murder no remorse,
Leave them in the past, yeah,
Me shoot
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