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stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance

Step by step we climbed
stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance

Step by step we climbed
stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance

Step by step we climbed
stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance

Step by step we climbed
stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance

Step by step we climbed
stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance

Step by step we climbed
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
Leno (he's funny) 7th Heaven too
And I ask myself sometimes what would Jesus do
(Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change)
I'm buds
1: Vex ]
I got Armageddon weaponry like the 7th Seal
Jahwe send me soundwaves (sshaa-sshaaa) that you feel
Hail and fire, a burning mountain, it's
stoned

Yeah, 911 heaven
Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11
Tonight she ain't yours
She off the 7th Heaven (Let's go)
Blowbama P, she call me
mad tricks on your mind (mind) 
If you're blind to the wicked ways 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind 

Verse Three: 7th Ambassador 
He
mad tricks on your mind (mind) 
If you're blind to the wicked ways 
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind 

Verse Three: 7th Ambassador 
He
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
capacitors 
Pressing powerful punks down like trash compactors 
I'm not an actor 
I'm a prophet of the 7th world 
Heaven's staircase is long, it's starting
a close call with a grenade
I think we both must have been about 7th grade
But don't panic we both survived without damage
But we developed a bond like we
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
(?) with my killas these niggas gone hear us and fear us (they gon' feel us)
With 7th sign and mo! thug all my niggas get love then I gon' ride my nigga
crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11

Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
around but to profess the 7th prophecy]
J.ai tenu tete aux maitres, aux pretres, aux traitres.
[I resisted the  masters, priests, and traitors]
Aux faux
He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me.
At night he loves a woman
Act like a generation 
Give me that ball and chain 
By now it must be hurting 
Dragging your feet again 
Just like a beast of burden 
When one
Do you believe in Heaven?
That man's soul is eternal?
Our prayers are always answered?
And miracles can happen?

Save me.

But don't you
the place we know
Heaven is the arms that hold us
Long before we go

Oh my ghost came by here
Said who do you love the most
Who you gonna sing to 'fore
boys and girls 
Act like a generation 
Give me that ball and chain 
By now it must be hurting 
Dragging your feet again 
Just like a beast of burden