Lyrics:
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
sippin' on Act' so bitch I can't focus
I cut 'em off fast
I go get the bag, then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I'm
this kinda funny how the shit done changed now?
It's been seven years of the same old shit, had to put my foot down
Now I'm lookin through my eyes
I've been on the road
Now a nigga know my way around, yeah yeah
Big time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeah
Flying private, I can turn the plane
bet not Throw The 7 Down,(x2)
I did 6 Years and Came Home,
(6Years In came Home)
This is what I’m made for,
(This is What I’m made for)
Yo bitch Gone
on the court, and we got next up
Now, This summer we got benz
We got Lex truck
It’s kinda like trading places
Huh? I never plug
But I’m guilty by association
So
the ball up the middle up the gut, the what, the hole
Cranium overload, over throwed
Now we got seven more points on the board, for sure
B-I-G B-O-I, me
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
discussions
You hit me with that look and replied like, "duh, bitch"
Don't want your man to think that we creepin' behind his back
Crossed the line, crossed
't
Cause tonight we going in
Like tomorrow's gon' be New Years Day
In the lab, seven days a week
Trying to freak that beat
But not tonight we goin' out
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd
rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn
you would fall off
Now the Earth is round, if the shape change again, everybody would start laugh
The average man can't prove of most of the things
Fresh out on bail, niggas still can't see me
That's how it is
Now we got a new motherfuckin' plan
And a new mission
(Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, cocoa
at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can
Of the last seven years I see our two sets of tracks
Shoulder to shoulder, still we had each other's backs
Take a snapshot, let's never change the facts
Ever
Warning, what you are about to hear is some explicit ****, 7-7-7-7-7
cll dancers, please come to the dance floor, You are now tuned in, with the one
seven on his head
We the seven, eight take yo ass to bed
Can't find you we find family instead
And if I eat you know my niggas fed
Lou hop on this bitch
the world
Now we're suddenly older
Raising teens & tiny toddlers
Won't you tell me
When did time fly by?
How the hell did we grow up
In a blink of an eye?
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
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
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