Lyrics:
of seven years
Ate by my dependency
I couldn't say "Nein" to my tendency
I prayed for the day my addiction unfriended me
'Cause I felt defenseless against
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
So tonight I'm sayin'
"Bye-bye stepdad" (stepdad)
So this year, I'm goin' to the fifth and I'm tall
I'm five foot six on my block, I'm
on that’s just the greediness
She ain’t sucking by one then by two imma leave the bitch GANG!
Oh shit I forgot add the seasoning
I ain’t run out of sauce but
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
bout it
We hit the club off that drank that bitch be real crowded
24/7 no days off to make sure my kids got it
I hit rock bottom and came back up lil
seven years
Seven days, seven weeks, seven years
TM-TM
Betrayed by few and I don't fuck with them
These niggas just make me sick, got me coughing out
a couple quarters like 5 x 5
take a lil ecstasy and fly sky high
Bitch I'm sliding out the mud like a side by side
Fuck 12 it's Eleven
Run up the money like
seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young
biddy-bah-bah-bye-bye
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say him Born II Die, blaow
Kill em off like dat, biddy-bah-bah-bah-bang
S-P-I-see-E-1 dem say him ?? ??
One-eighty-seven
our own few circles 'round the sun
We get it backwards
And our seven years go by like one
Dog years
It's the season of the itch
Dog years
With
life just be passin' me by
Bye bye, yeah Im headed home
In your mind you aint ever wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, and Im outside,
Im already gone
Leanin'
a nigga by surprise
Pull up late surprise
Feet up counting cake
Feet up counting cake
I fuck the bitch didn't want to cuff say bye bye
I fuck the bitch
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
Circumsizse a bitch now we aiming for the hits ay
Riding down verde with the booler in my lap yea
Can't comply what you said all late bye bye ay
seven-seven butt nakeds sippin' drank
In my sauna (Sauna)
Only fuck with hoes who rock Dolce & Gabbana
(Gabbana) dolce & Gabbana
(yeah) , Dolce-Dolce & Gabbana
the seven, hit Ibiza for the women,
Indonesia for the vision, see the ocean
it could be
Meditation for my peace, so I could put my mind at ease
Bitch, I gotta
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
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