Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
a 7
When it comes to making hits its only taking seconds
The day I do a second take I'm gonna take a second
Know i fucked that bitch first why you
and walked on the moon
But time is still a mystery
We tried to label time by
Creating numbers and digit's
Seconds and minutes and hours
Are all just figments
you want, no further you need it
I am the man they call Shawny be
The youngest crew member of the 7A3
The 7A3 will hit the top of the list
But
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
we do find
Salvation and peace and hope for the future for all times
Man Gates is a marked one
Like seven seconds from death row done
And I won't
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
terminator
My brains can hurt a nigga
Use them red lightly
Lyrically burn a nigga
Cause im gettin you by wetting you
I'm telling you bust rounds like
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
in silence, and wet it up
My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up
Took advice from a street legend
Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent
let me step up to bat
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits
Out of the Heavens, August one, seven, sixty-nine
Born I, wonder why
boots
So sick, I've been handlin' flows
Since enamel was gold tooth and branded by low
You cold fuck like Eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be
feelin' my vibe, wanna ride my tide, make me wanna dive, yeah
The feelin' be magnetic, the things that we go through hectic
I never second-guessed it, I
Yah
Yah
Numero uno MC (MC), flow jako benzín (Benzín)
Beat jako fire (Yah, yah), protože ho dělal MC (MC)
Znáš mojí crew (Crew), necháme roztýct
York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
to move on, yeah
I said time goes by, tryin' to keep you as a friend, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call me 'round seven, I'll roll up a little somethin' to smoke
ain't a thing to me, yeah
I stay focused on my drip, crew flyin'
Girls they lyin', I ain't buyin'
Shit you say, I can just read your mind
Do not
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
It's every damn morning
Looking out the window on my way to work
As a real man I stand by my word
And I really don't know how to feel about this
night
I don't know what to write to make it even sound right
I've caught a different view on what to pursue
And let's hope that a few stay in the crew
Now
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