Search results for 'gun by 7 year bitch'

Year before '83, I be the kid who found ET
Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make (?)
Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some (?)
Just

7 Years old makin money up da block
7 Years old ain't fw da cops
7 Years old I was dreaming bout da mops
7 Years old lil bitch gave me top
7 Years

here filling the pad up by using the fuel from my bad luck 

Seven years of bad luck 
Seven years of bad luck 
I don’t really know 
I don’t really know

your bitch about me, say my dick big and smoke strong
Got Drums on guns, big enough to hang a coat on
Surrounded by these killers, tell me why I need

Surrounded by this weaponry
I still have the memories

Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we

Hard to Kill

Spice 1

Wu-Chronicles, Chapter 2

2001

Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass

7ft Tall

Urban5

7ft Tall

2017

(Yeah yea turn up) 

We stacking up the money and it's 7ft Tall 
It's 7ft tall
My niggas some monstars we ballin' so hard 
ya bitch said she love me 
She

skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven-sent
It's evident that she ain't never been with seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven

1st & 10

Ludacris

Back for the First Time

2000

the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime,

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

not a 41
Try again, bitch, I'm not one of them
Glock cocked, I be done shot one of them
They ain't know I had the gun
When they let me in
You know I got

Hard to Kill

Spice 1

AmeriKKKa's Nightmare

1994

Yeah  play times over mutha phuckaz  
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect. 
You know what I'm saying? 
Bringing it to all you bitch ass

leave bitch wit no thighs, no tits 
Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns, left niggas wit no chips 
And the flow runs like da Mississippi River 
And your

Hip Hop

Eminem

Hannicap Circus

2005

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

Switch gears nigga speed it up
7 Years in the game and My nigga Andrew luck
Y'all niggas fuck around and y'all like to coast
Foot on the gas kna nigga

clarity

If I roll a hundred deep
It's two hundred fists, two hundred feet
At least a hundred guns so
Every nigga get one apiece
Bitch, I'll piss

my guns come with a compressor
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm thuggin', no matter the weather
So

Clips i'm name flippin' bitch
Charlie Clips/Charlie horse/extended clips
But listen bitch when I let the gun blow
Your DNA will spray on everybody
In

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

6 'N the Mornin'

Ice-T

Street Soldiers [Priority]

1992

to ask

[Hook]

Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track
Told me

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

Snoop Dogg

Murder Was the Case

1994

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

Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round

Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover

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

I'm better, but you not a rapper
I came in this bitch with some of my subtractors
We doing the math and you can't be a actor
I say what I want, and you