Lyrics:
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
(Tahj Money)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Bondin' over drugs and pain, dirty Sprite share
My dawg was one
ROCKSTcRS & cCTORS
CcNT HEcR THE WORLD OVER OUR LcUGHTER
I'm sad can't you tell around this time year it always feels like Heaven up where we heading
7 7 7
put no man over me, and I love you for that mommy can't you see
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cause a nigga cheat and telling
jettin, we jettin
We jettin uptown (uptown)
We jettin downtown (downtown)
We jettin crosstown
We jettin all around
No wonder, no wonder, 8th wonder, 8th
Just a single mom raisin' up the kids
Little Tommy's seven now and her daughter Justine just turned ten
Pinchin every cent laughin' and lovin'
always remind me of my 13th birthday party, remember that"
[all agree]
M1: "hey, it reminds me of that girl I met last year who was a lifegaurd at one
And didn't want to cry cause my pride was too strong
But over the years I thought it over
And after struggling for so long and still holding on
I figured,
13 Got my first Rollie
14 First piece of ass
15 I was skipping class
16 I was selling gas
17 I got my first car
18 Im on worldstar
By 7 years later
February 12th, 1973
The prayers of thousands were answered
The war was over, and the first of the prisoners returned
Needless to say, it was
rolled over and went to heaven
My little boy safe inside
I laid them in the sun where somebody'd find them
Caught a Chesapeak on the fly
Marie will
and grandmasters of iambic pentameter
How are your chains, do they make you behave
Keep you over here, by your overseer
Fallen from grace down from heaven
I'mma do it, get it by any means
Serving food for the thought like it's rock to the fiends
I said this shit for years boy, this life ain't what it seems
weighted by gold
Under the heaven starlight of seven
No sweeter words spoken by sword
Under the heaven starlight of seven
It was over when it started
It was
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
on the real July 7th I’ll be blacking out
I'll send the mans pockets right into a fuckin drought
So on the real July 7th I’ll be blacking out
I'll send the mans
There's two things I know for sure.
She was sent here from heaven, and she's daddys little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
She
that since '07 with multiples of 7 on my back
7 years ago I couldn't fathom that
Now backtrack
'Cause going back to the future gives clarity of rights
There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She
venture
This crew is of less than seven
Wear your love like heaven
Be my lucky number seven
Seven, seven, seven, seven
I wanna wear your love like
This album is made in honor of Michael Kennett Smyth
Mikey was born on May 27th
November 12th he took is estate to heaven
Mikey was a fighter with
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
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