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Can get it off by tomorrow It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it Fiends trying to kick the addiction Of sucking glass dicks Vivid images go against
the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real What
had no chance Seven years, seven years Your luck has passed Seven years you never asked me out to dance Asked me out to dance (Dare me)
niggas Who the fuck said we friends mayday! Came in this mother fucker by myself When I leave I'mma take some more niggas Am allergic to them broke niggas
before To see the idea clear it takes a year or more Now times that by the years I reign straight-seven No hear for four years still multiplied by
the last six years I've lived through terror And in the darkened streets the pain Oh, how I long to find some solace In my mind I curse the strain So
my business Working 24/7, working restless Haters what I eat for breakfast Looking at the clock and it's 4 am Later this year money cashing out the ATM
headed straight for the bottom And now I'm better than I've ever been Turned the page over bounced back Almost seven years sober let me tell you Had
alive Cause niggas faces on them shirts And it was televised I know my bro facing them years But I can't let it slide And all pain inside my heart Could
like magnets Hollow grams what I'm smokin', shit's vicariously absent I burned out the entertainment turned tragic May be seven years I might disappear
But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart It's been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark But losing you
1306 Studios 7 Days a week man I work hard, 7 days a week When the money calls, I don't get no sleep Rolling in the car, smoking all my weed Going
simply pathetic The age of our house shows, it is starting to crumble In a couple years this entire block will probably be rubble I'm bailing water by
I passed by Lord knows ion need another dui Living in a city where you do or you fucking die Both hands out the top I can touch the sky Look at ya
for me First the one And then came the two and three and four Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11 Platinum producer killed by haters Tonight
in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC Remotely controlled by
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design By the year 2015 They gon' have 70% of our community locked up I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design By the year 2015 They gon' have 70% of our community locked up I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
Oh! Tell ya I got so disgusted now Yeah Said I'll go back home and sleep some more Now that seem like the right thing to do But by
Greenfield Lane Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody G Chorus: G ct Greenfield Lane G So much has changed G c lot has stayed the same cm7 Over the years
better believe this bitch is a g Ten toes down Nine in the Berkin Credit eight, ya'll hungry I'm certain Seven countries one year no twerkin Bein fine
there For seven years and seven days, I never thought I'd dare To hang a noose up from the tracks, a sight beyond compare I was a schoolboy once, you
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass! Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly Which reminds me of a song by
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