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It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World (The Shirelles) · Simply Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad About the Loser's Lounge (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Foolish Little Girl/Sing Their Hits from It's a Mad Mad Mad World (The Shirelles) · The Mad, Mad, Mad, Lads (The Mad Lads) · The Mad, Mad World of Soundtracks, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mad, Mad World of Soundtracks (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mad Mad World (Tom Cochrane) · The Mad Mad World of Soundtracks [Plygr] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) – and 90 other albums »


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
Bobby was a beautiful girl from a small town in a great big world.
Her daddy owned the corner store off of 7th Avenue.
Danny-Jo just turned
make the devil sick, I sharpen my blade
I'm frontin' to this perv like I'm only in the 7th grade
The doorbell rings I gotta get 'em inside
In my best
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
to leave quickly
Youngest Bone nigga, 7th Sign mastermind, y'all get wit me

[Chorus]

We steppin' inside the party, Mardi Gradi
Now give me a shot
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
gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess...
It's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents...
Fuck round n I gotta
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
P.S. 92, 7th and 8th 

Asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face 

But now that I'm on, it's like I owe everybody somethin' 

All my
his shine)
(And he slangs his iron)
And that 7th ward, he a hard-head too
(That nigga a donkey man)
(I got tell ya, that St. Bernard loving that nigga)
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
(back in the day)

I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
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
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
Bone here we are 
In and out your car, and calm 
Call me in the 7th song 
Regime, you can't get in the battle zone 

(Chorus) 

(Bizzy) 
I see no black
(back in the day)

I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
(?) 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
still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No
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
some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade,
that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
(And be a grownup)
words
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose
Anything goes

The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today, and day's night today