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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
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
divine 
In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine 
Verbal vegetarian, squashed beef with Ice Cube 
Came in this rap life nude 
Now I'm fully clothed
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
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
as gustav
And each time he saw her he'd holler
"ach, that is the fraulein I moost have!"

Their marriage, however, was murder
He'd scream to the heavens
bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,

I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak
same thang  game came when I left em 
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie 

But I'm his Royal Slickness  ghetto weakness  come Rick is
like this
There's more ways you can use your time instead of
Looking for shit that you used to find
By the age of 16 ya finally come to grips
Livin life
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
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don't respect you

It's all in vain and can't be bought:
Hung from the ceiling
We in the studio
I said, we in the studio
Is this mic on? Check-check

I'm thankful for my position I was given in life
'Cause I know some
can't fade this
"Westside Connect is the craziest"
So you and your boys are get you ass wiped
When I'm bangin' in a caprice classic (Hahahaha)
Connect
I'm still in the mix 
One of the many young policin breathers knockin out sequence 
Life's a L-O-T-T-O, carry a switch for self-defense 
Rappers try
on the right track
And I like this Will so I might get ill
On the mics somebody might get killed
So many damn rappers there's a stifle in heaven
My tongue is
a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming like my rap
It's like the yak is the fights that got me spillin' on the right track
And I like this
track
And I like this Will, so I might get ill
On the mics somebody might get killed
So many damn rappers there's a cypher in heaven
My tongue is
right true

I fell that is only right
That I live the life of rally
I done did knives in alleys, pipes, in rallies
What you do now?
Now I catch
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