Lyrics:
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly but I can feel it in the wind
I better take why'all into the canal, kick it
Mo pussy, mo pussy, mo pussy..
[DJ Quik]
Damn! That's how a nigga like me is
True to it, ain't fakin
keeper
She'll stay by your side when the rest will leave ya
Well I'm looking on my left side, I'm looking on my right
She's nowhere to be seen now when
family dressed up, preachin' jesus my child
February 7th, make sure that I'm allowed
Cause you know I'm comin' through, bitch I'm family now
You can bet
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
days, good old days
Wanna make it to heaven's gate, yeah (oh)
And we need to escalate, I need
I need direction (i need direction)
To that street
of Better Daze
Alright, alright, settle down
Cuz, on the 7th day, the lord took rest
Even the almighty need time to digest
Everything that's going on all
said, uh, this that classic
Really this that classic west coast music
You know you can ride to it
Like I said, it's ya boy, Lil B
Yeah, turn your stereos
Yeeh, Itu0027s lit (yeah)
(Uhh)
UniverSeven (by)
A party in the heaven (itu0027s lit)
Waking up at 7 am (who)
Recording at 7 pm (who)
Seven Eleven
Shocked, like the lightning from up above
Down from the heavens and it gave me love
From a man who respects me
Loves my mind as well as my body
No
We're on a mission
Dissin' all of the opposition
MCs, it's my butt you're kissin'
Because I desire
Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all
peelin' ya cap to let ya know where I'm comin' from
Quik said it and it shall be dunn
Woo, woo
Creatin' dope jams are the part of the cycle
Quiker said
for the 9 7
Once again it's on
Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch
Woow woow woow woow woow woo
Now when they comes to the hood
I
forgettin'
Money exchanges hands like Off Track Bettin'
Project heat will keep ya sweatin'
Release energy through pores
Battles for thesis that held
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
to
Heaven. from seven to seven he's got me open like 7 eleven, and
Yes it's me that he's always choosin. with him i'm never loosin,
And he knows that my name
cash in some back street bar
But it don't matter where we are
You know those heads turn round when she walks in
In borrowed room or a fine hotel
You
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
With all this fakin' then erase it who'd stop me?
It is evident, that you wonder why and where her cheddar went
That look on your face I'm seeing I'd
heaven or hell nor dead or in jail the life, of a veteran shelved/
The Genesis, of developing cells enveloped in hell,
& on the 7th day heaven prevailed/
I
the 7th heaven dad got a clean slate
Yeah this is America I must say (off topic)
I love going where I’m paid to be
I don’t even know who made the beat
If
God of seven
Open up the windows of heaven
And pour out a rich and mighty blessing
Not on his town, or her town, but your town
Are you ready for
really think heaven's a front
Nadia died in Dubai
I waited on a spirit to come by for like seventeen months
That shit didn't visit me once, damn
She
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