Lyrics:
She's a Miss Beautiful Supreme
A girl that others wish that they could be
If there's seven wonders of the world
Then I know she's gotta be number
feelin so Angelic
Nah this ain’t “Chuurch” but check how I said it
The curse words hurt but they so poetic
On the street I’m a Vet, the hoes are
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo Bo Bo Clack Clack Clack Clack Clack
Gangstas in the street
But who's left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New rule, 40 and a mule
me
Watch out Gangstas in the street
But who’s left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys
'em in the street
>From the fire roads to the interstate
Now Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some
in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate
Now some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some
She's a miss beautiful supreme
A girl that others wish that they could be
If there's seven wonders of the world
Then I know she's gotta be number
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Violation then we stepping out
Any angle by my weapon now
On the high road nigga I ain't settle down
Making money baby I ain't been about
Nittys
Smoke good weed and we vibe out
Seven, eight to the seven, one
We put in work and we ride out
Got rippers here got killers here
There ain't really any
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
Hustler 24/7
Deixamos De Ser Dependentes
(Woo, Woo)
Eu & Meus Niggas Estamos Nas Streets Pegando Tako Everyday
Making Rap Para Me Tornar King Das Waves
Eu
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
don't know me
I was just a youngin' in the cold streets
Movin' drugs, had to get it by my lonely
Movin' drugs, had to get it by my lonely Thought you was
D7!
Seven a savage
Seven not average
Seven la uh
And I aint playing around with
You fuck niggas
Bitch
Don't say it if you ain't gone do it
Yuh
All
walls
A question of time till they bury us all
Abused by our foreman every day
It will all come back, these pricks will pay
7 At one blow
7 At one blow
7
It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up
1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3,
I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all, of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
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