Lyrics:
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
told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
The Los Angeles Times is going to be read
By a man named Carlo
He will die carrying his wife
(who cannot use her legs) to the bathroom
I will sit in
sister, your brother, second cousin, and father, mother
Sponsored by Gucci, represent Hugo Boss
You didn't join our cult, that's your fucking loss
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
seconds I'll find my closure
Nine seconds before we're over
Eight seconds I've had enough
Seven seconds you can't be trusted
Six seconds free from you
Five
you, but
It's better if I hear it from you
You know what, let me explain myself
It's 7 AM, you're still here with me
And last night I held you
The clergy gazed at the sky
Anticipation of the signs
Seven Sisters and Gemini
Orion's belt to precisely align
As above, so below
Constellations
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
in his own way
They were pilgrims that made
A good life the hard way
Felipe lost his first wife in 1943
7 growing children and desperately in
nursed my mind
I've lost myself frayed by the fire
Vaulting shadows shining in my eyes
Sister moon don't let me down
Don't let the groomy dragon eat my
We put the windows down and our heads out
As we're driving towards the denying
Work the 9 to 5 can go by quick
Take your vitamins read your morning
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
Let me take you to my early adolescence for a second
Picture a bunch of motherfuckers who thought life wasn't a blessing
I was navigating through
Whip In My Ass
I Was Seven Years Old When I Lost Dad
Tryin' To Get Self, In Fact
But I Was To Young One To Understand
Who Would Take
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
I mean it, really mean it
I'm not charmed so I'm leavin'
I laughed the second he tried to call my bluff
I guess it's always funny until it's not
for him
Hops in the seven
He gets six figures
When he gets off at five
I'm what he's hungry for
Three little letters and I'm in the mood (in
of the Second Age,
Great elven smiths forged rings of power.
Sung, female:
As I return to my room
And as sleep takes me by my hand
Madrigals from the woods
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
don't fall too
Far from the tree
Ever since my mother was pregnant
With a second egg
'Cause she said that I had a baby sister
Who fell out of the window
on a hot night
Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room
Then you walked in and my heart sang
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side
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