Lyrics:
the D's run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that C-B-R Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin'
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that C-B-R Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
I
where you from
Life nny3 easy sikas3m 3yaa na 3nna f3m
Your pressure never dey scare me edey push me make a do hardwork
Awiase wei obiaa ne no journey
Feel like you ate some slugs
And some of them are a godsend from heaven above
So, love, love, lovey dove dove
Take the ones that help
And forget the ones
Ay
What would you do
If you only had seven minutes to prove everything that you had in life
What would you tell them
What would you say
If you only
maids a-milking
Seven swans a-swimming
Six geese a-laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a Danny Bonaduce
bloodclot if you touch my riches
Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
First I get you
j3 Leebi kaata any day jeee lazy rap kraa
Shi Wavy as rap Controlling bars Station master
Kill your favourite rapper get you mourning leebi mamkpa
I'm
sprung
Now Lord Abore was going out one day
When his mother came to know
"You are going away, my son" she said
"You will drink before you go
You
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
myself flowing
Down a river that was made by the all knowing
And my poetic ways raises what everyone’s throwing
At the end of the day where are we going?
and hearts is the rule no matter the means
2 4 7 3 6 5 I maintain my place in the lead
I pull up to the lot they laugh at me for always chasing dreams
Always
One time for that Ikie
[Baby Beesh]
Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane,
Houston, Texas mane,
We fixin' to show you how we get down
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We
freedom! Freedom! Where are you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause
cannot work out
Where they're being taken
"You will all be in the stages
Of completing your three-month internships
The service we've had you complete
still falling
I'm still waiting for you
If you need me
I'm with Mary Jane and Ashley
We getting fucked up
We lost inside the back seat
Somewhere where I
Friday night, it's goin' on Too $hort
Three weeks ago I met this freak
She followed me around like Mary's sheep
I hitted around the corner and when she
Smock?
SMOCK
May I remind you that since we are traveling at a rate of Walk Factor III, that our collision with that turkey, thirty-eight seconds ago,
and there are 7
Of them you can't say on television. What a ratio that is.
399,993 to 7. They must really be bad. They'd have to be outrageous
To be separated
ain't Drew Brees
My saints
Are from the 12 tribes
12 thousand times 12
When it's time to ride
No drums
You gone feel the vibe
I'm numb to the world
But I
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
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