Lyrics:
sweepers Little Daddy street preacher
Illustrious feature, narrator you select
Accompanied by Deck plus the DJ you respect
The seven-and-a-half combine,
later and a pat on the shoulder
And by midnight, they're back on the street
They walk to the corner of 4th street and Broadway
Then take the first
my beats and Campana Brothers seats
The heaven part for me is
Knowing I can wake up when I'm finished with my sleep
Ain't no kids to feed, no
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron
He loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon
Holdin' me for ransom, upper echelon
He says to be cool but, I don't know how yet
Wind
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
in all that grime? You have got The Clairvoyant, Prisoner, Heaven
Can Wait, released the 7th of November 1988 chart position number six! Yes!
seven
Blaze the hot trizack that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Mo' mon Meth-Tical come and get some (yeah)
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches
And his last name engraved in black
Right there
lines sayin oh damn they to fine/
thats it this the motha fuckin 7th line/
fuck it im tired of rhymes/
so ima go sit back and pop my motha fuckin nine
In those times I swore that clock moved twice as fast
I visited your house someone in 7th grade
Your young dog ginger often jumped on my lap
Your
ye
Ye ye ye Suppose i became a ghost
I will wait at your door
Like I did while I was alive
To start my day with a look of you.
I was in 7th heaven
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night
Get up
the time
Step by step
Easy and slow
On the stairway to heaven
What a way to go
Stand up
Stand up
Kick love into motion
Take a little love and shake it all
satisfies my needs
When I was down and out you were hangin' by my side
And now that I am holdin' you, you'll always be in my life, oh
Repeat 1
Taking me
was down and out you were hangin' by my side
And now that I am holdin' you, you'll always be in my life, oh
Repeat 1
Taking me to church on Sunday
your death by crossin' out your tag
Then they go and brag that they took another life
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife?
Trife
of dogs tryna dry hump it
Like Triumph The Puppet, so I'm like, "Fuck it"
Pile the carnage up 'til its so high, it's touching the sky
Let 'em all line up
you're hangin' with the bats in a cave
Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave
Kinda makes us remember the 7th of December
CHORUS
Osama yo'
devils don't go to heaven
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by
Either be a book
45s
You were one in a million, I never felt so alive
Just wanted to be with you 24/7
Didn't want this to end you're my 7th heaven
Couldn't count my
45s
You were one in a million, I never felt so alive
Just wanted to be with you 24/7
Didn't want this to end you're my 7th heaven
Couldn't count my
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