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mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was
That's on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
[Jay-Z]
Coverage I synethestry
Got rise from defending me
Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in
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
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
from the misses
Pounds from my brothers, 'cause they knowing that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend
strip dancer that you met in a club

(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smoking section in heaven
No more be buckin your luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't
Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch

When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard
All we need is another life lost in
The system that's designed to hold us back
Get off the heroin and the crack!
All this shit is so confusing
You
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper

Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
the misses
Pounds from my brothers, 'cuz they knowing that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
Y'all
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
life
My soul has been caught in the mix of your plague hardened,
Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
My life is
my life
My soul has been caught in the mix of your plague hardened
Callous I've been stung by bees forfeited courage keeps me in need
My life is
playas
Hatas saying damn how he doin' this playa
Doublin' up for me is like routine playa
I'm a go getta
Mix 'em up like I'm a deala
Man three's
Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch

When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
I, I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I know why you came
In this club tonight
Looking for a nigga that's gon' change your life

I don't know
like this, then you just a raw nigga
Mix it all up, Avion and the Hennessy
Stay prayed up 'cause the devil is the enemy
I don't see no evil, I don’t
to tear up sum shit
Gangsta Boo da gangsta bitch wit the 357
Our main goal in life is an opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch!

Chorus

(Lord Infamous)
Deadly
We
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
a mistake, might catch a big break
Either way she wanna infiltrate that big gate
Maybe heaven is a club that never shuts
Down and the bill never has to be