Lyrics:
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
It's your lucky day this is number seven
It's the end of the week welcome to heaven
It's your lucky day taking what we're getting oh
Friday is six
(Rodney Crowell)
This morning is Monday where are you now
Teasin' my memory teaching me how to lay low
When I don't want to
Well love is elusive
I can't keep holding on
Skies of silver, stars of gold
And now you know just what you like
So far this love is all I have
So far this hurt is all I
Heaven is a place
Where the tears on every face will be wiped away
Oh and I can't wait to go
But for now, it's enough to know
This is only temporary
This dead road leads down
To that dead road and back
To the road where the oldest road
Met the first dead road that cracked
Made the second
I eat filet mignon seven times a day
My bathtub's filled with Perrier
What can I say?
This is the life!
I buy a dozen cars when I'm in the mood
I
Secretary: This is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring]
Sec: Last chance records, may i help you?
Oh, what's up girl! Young nigga
just get by
Tonight I'm crawlin' out from in it
why'know we're livin' on the brink
Second by second by minute by minute
Love is alright tonight
We're
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
is all I have
So far this hurt is all I have
Missing person at the window
Missing person at the window
A missing person at the window
Missing
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it
brokenhearted
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton
die and no one shoots (number four!)
Hamilton drew first position
Looking, to the world, like a man on a mission
This is a soldier with
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
in light speed
And the time is right so kiss me
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you
in light speed
And the time is right so kiss me
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you
to keep in mind
When you multiplying by nine
Is that it's one less than ten
You see, nine is the same as ten minus one
So you could multiply your number by
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
something has me (something has me)
Acting like someone I know isn't me
Ill with want and poisoned by this ugly greed
Temporary is my time
Ain't nothin'
is better
So you don't move earlier than earlier than
Seven seven seven seven seven seven pointer lead em that way
Seven seven seven seven seven seven
And everybody know the story of David and Goliath
But this is bigger than triumph
This is for the warrior, this is for you and I
This is for
failing now
Oh smooth sailing no smooth sailing
Gone for seven days
The end is only temporary relief
The river takes a break from racing
But followed by
a good time if this is how it ends
Shortcut down memory lane I can't forget these faces
Oh what a time, feels so sublime, the way we shook these places
I
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