Lyrics:
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
'em up
Keep 'em all down on these young bucks
Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker
Get the picture
Ba
hemisphere
You persuade me now to look closer in the mirror
And I wanna lay me down for years and years and years and years
Ah, there's heaven in you now
of the future then to the past
Dusting off my path, I laugh before I crash
The cash doesn't rule when I grab my mask
Moving fast, 7th gear with a mic in my dash
rot in heaven
Gotta be home by seven
And the field burns away
The sky breathes it in
So why sit and wait for the new world to begin
I'm comin'
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
sevens I need rings and the medal
When I'm not from Trillville but I tell 'em get up on my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still mo' fire
Do a lot
hate me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em (So)
Niggas want to ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
thing, ya understand
We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what)
Niggas bustin'
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
I'm riding in the 7,
Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
[Chorus]
[Nas]
And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
Had new jet
And wash em down with bilge water
And say you'll never snitch
Take the buttons from a yellow jacket
The feather from a buzzard
And the blood from
bucks
(And I'm feeling like a million bucks
A all-star nigga still in shucks
Louis the 13th
You can say what you say, just spell (?) right
Still got
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground
(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
waitin' since like 7th grade what it take?
Thought by now I'd have the bread to buy a fuckin' lake
But yet & still it's a 9 to 5 barely scrapin' by
'Member
Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's door
Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and gone
How could I let you down if you never hit the phone?
Then
the till
Down at the 7-11
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven
The past
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh oh yeah
I'm building my stairway, stairway to Heaven
But I keep finding no way back down
One more brick
One more
the mud like a shovel/
They know ima G like the 7th letter/
But my set is VL ima fucking steppa/
And no I do not do no talking/
Playing wit me only leads
Chorus
Bridge
Em cmaj7 em cmaj7
Don't break down in this cold town where the people live in fear
Em cmaj7
There's a wheel in my hand but I can't steer
I
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob
Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
And just lay
the record that be the reason my legacy's manifesting
I direct godsend from the 7th heaven
If you're a believer encourage my progression
into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead, bang
Layin' lame put
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