Lyrics:
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
before she came but
Never out five seconds late evil like the number six but
Lucky like seven it will take eight of you motherfuckers
To touch my heaven
One, two ; watch out for the man in blue
Three, four; I keep it raw and hardcore
Five, six; you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven, eight; I'm forced
half ass
I turned his track off a couple seconds in cause it was half trash
I skip school to touch paper you gotta put me in the cash class
You woulda
all the dough
The scene: long beach yeah '86
Where: the liquor store nigga on some devilish shit
I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon
eye on the gold and I might be double oh seven
Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
'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
bars for 20K, I just knocked out another feature
Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce
Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a 8-ball
upon flash
Dmaj7
And they fall, pushed by a laugh
Dsus2/G
Caught in each other’s eyes
Dmaj7
Chromosomes reorganized
up Like the seconds on a stopwatch
Wait Stop!
Like the time when you walk by
Say she loving it here
She been loving it here ayye
Taking shots Aint
'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
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
of the things I could become
Sleep in my eyes, gotta drag myself to work
Hours run by, each one a total of my worth
7.80 for an hour of my life
Handing over with
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
them slick shots you pump faking, niggas gassed up
Seven sixes have him break dancing, call a nigga Tony Touch
Chopper gotta magnifying glass, find you
you've ever seen heads out
Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse
I was angry when shh got cheffed down
Left them in the corner shop by the food
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
lil mama what's the biz,
Trynna see if this pipe can really touch ya ribs
U a high level freak and I am too,
I'll be in by 1:30 out by quarter to 2
I
It's funny I remember these hoes wouldn't touch me
Now there's gold horses in my garage like I raced in Kentucky
New bitch turn around she throw it
what's my sign, so I threw up the 59
I'm a lord, out the 7th Ward I pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red
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