Seven Years

Yeah Seven years of this bullshit SFD gon' put that shit on the line for yo ass (Seven years of bullshit) [ VERSE 1: member 1 of SFD ] Ain't this kinda funny how the shit done changed now? It's been seven years of the same old shit, had to put my foot down Now I'm lookin through my eyes a little clearer Cause next year, ah, I be the nigga in the mirror Sellin tapes, now people want to celebrate Get me for a high rate on my contract - gimme my shit back! I ain't no fool tryin to make no quick moves I can wait, cause I'm already seven years late From that bullshit, in one ear and out the fuckin other Always borrowin my money from my pops and my mother The music seminars, 'Jack The Rapper', 3 years Do nothin but talk shit and drink beers Fuckin hoes after other niggas' shows Ain't that kinda tired? Yo, I'm tired of that shit, I need to quit But I'm gon' hang in this game till this game get my loot on If I gotta kick mo' shit, let me put my fuckin boots on [ CHORUS: MC Breed ] Seven years, seven years Seven years, seven years Of sweat and tears And what? (Seven years of bullshit) 2x Yeah, I'm sick and tired Sick and tired of the bullshit B.S., I'm sick and tired of the bull 2x [ VERSE 2: member 2 of SFD ] I love it, bein in the eyes of the public Every time I made a tape, my niggas want to dub it If you wanted to count dub tapes up in my hood Nigga, we went gold Without one of em bein sold But I'm tired and I'm sick Sick and tired of that bullshit Gettin thicker than liqour Drinkin got a nigga thinkin What should I do? Whatever I do, I gots to do it quick Somehow I got to hit myself a lick Put yourself in my predicament What would you do? Quick to get your cheese on Makin the g's with ease on The streets, cause the gees on The streets say they got love But where in the fuck is that love at? Fat sacks, packin gats, black, I would love that But they ain't kickin out no lick, so to hell with it Let me bail with it And I'm straight before the ace show up If I'm number 1, then I'm stuck In this business fucked I done paid my dues, so what up? [ CHORUS ] Nigga, this ain't the chain gang, muthafucka Yeah [ VERSE 3: MC Breed ] I've been on the road of my come-up since 1985 And I figured to get bigger, nigga gots to get live I've strived to collect my dividends (How you come up?) A friend knew a friend knew a friend I got an attitude, ain't no gratitude About that shit you done did me with Put no rubber on your dick, bitch But I ain't even out to laid I'm learnin to get paid Layin my trademark down on the pave- ment, and leavin niggas in the back I'm makin hella tracks But ain't no hella scratch What the fuck's goin on, what the fuck's goin on? When am I get my money on from kickin all these songs? Yo, I'm fed up, and bout to head up to see the company I'm pissed, I figured it out, these sons of bitches humpin me And yo, that kiss is now a clip Cause I'm tired of the bullshit [ CHORUS ]