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Seven Day Weekend
Gary U.S. Bonds

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep
Bells are
she just bailed
I'm standing and swingin' on like 30 people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin'
The time has come
Come to make a choice
Forgotten by our governement
I thought it was my voice
As the truth starts to become apparent
You know
of the dreads
Dawn of the dreads

Yeah, the dread symbolizes the natural growth
Of not just the hair, but also of the mind
And also the bond that keeps us in
murder we all done did it before
All all of us got bond money so all us ready to go
We might lay around and get life but fuck it that's how it go
Now
was seen she just bailed
I'm standing and swingin' on like 30 people by myself
I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around saw Gary
and bring fatal winds that birth harm
Create alarm by dawn they're releasing the bomb
And we?re unaware, numb, entranced like shakes charmed
Fatal bond
of the dreads
Dawn of the dreads

Yeah, the dread symbolizes the natural growth
Of not just the hair, but also of the mind
And also the bond that keeps us in
The time has come
Come to make a choice
Forgotten by our governement
I thought it was my voice

As the truth starts to become apparent
You know
I ain't got no bonds
They ain't gonna give me no bonds cause they know I'm gonna run
These white bitches will make nigga ass feel it
They got me
one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend so
You want to riff, I'll be quit to stomp that ass
And let you know that you can't get with this
Come one come all and get burnt by the quickness
Greater,
of crime?
Havin a judge sayin, "Your ass is mine"
As I pearls to get cash, the swine
Like it ain't enough positive shit to go around
As black bones get
ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me,
of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
Bond is my life so I live by my word
Never fraudulent Queens bridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speaking
Rebel
beat the street and report, nigga
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga

The world ain't big enough for both of us
Batter up, now
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
than ever
So let's make this bond, to keep this hip-hop strong
You a man, Baby Pop, you know right from wrong
So stay out of trouble, and that goes
she gotta run Aaron
Take this work downtown to this nigga named Gary
Bring me back what I need, and I'ma make it happen
I'ma give you the world, keep
like you
Bow down to a nigga that's greater than you

I take ten steps and I draw
Now who's dissin' the mad ass Inglewood addition
I bust like a pimple
Verse One: Erick Sermon

Whoo!  Ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducing the sound from
real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,
me that we're still not a slave
in the land of free and the home of the brave?  (mmmm)
Knowledge Cipher, divided by Power Equals Wisdom
But you know we
got is us
Pour a lil' liquor, forget about the pain
A lot of niggas in the dirt, so the sky's where we aim
But now we got the money, the power