Lyrics:
takin' my trap money
And buyin' my way in Heaven
Pour a fo', smoke a seven, shoot the dice
Rolled eleven run with lunatics like Nelly
College girl, she go
God of seven
Open up the windows of heaven
And pour out a rich and mighty blessing
Not on his town, or her town, but your town
Are you ready for
how he plays, you gotta get up on your feet
When he gets a rocking fever, baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playing 'til his guitar breaks
You know
the ones who play hard
We live hard
We love hard
We light up the dark!
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by
might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to
Get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I
(bam) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga
a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you want
a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you want
standing by the door.
Says it's time to change our places
And get down on the floor and kill 'em, baby.
Daddy's all gone, he's just halfway home.
He's
and all of these vultures
Doves do cry when you die
Riding on the Northside, yeah, the far side
Hit the 7th Ward
Might get frostbite
On the day I
im steping like i own the whole floor
I made a first step ill do a2nd a3rd a 4th a5th a6th
And to infinity just to show that im not stopping
First
switched off like I contrasted my ego
The mirror effect
Look for me when murals reflect
The sundown
Liston in the 7th round
Still pulled the Casius out
makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city
need someone to dance with me baby
Dance! Keep movin'
Back it up, yeah!
When the night says hello, yeah get ready to go
Turn it up, turn it loose, yeah
the back of his head
Killer, ripper, who are you
Take a look into the mirror then you will know
Heaven fire up my blood I'm waiting for something that's
Fire it up, fire it up
Fire it up
Born to raise hell since I lost my heaven
Couldn't find nine, kid, I'm on cloud seven
Cherry top lover with
juiced
Might as well get juiced
Hey mama
What's this crazy game of sevens, eights and nines
I can't keep up with you baby
I'm gonna give you
been going down one way
Like driving on 7th ave
The fuck do you know about hustle, 'til your vision turn into tunnel
It's knowing the shit that you built
beyond the light of the sun
Knowledge will keep you forever young
I'm on the ledge of the 7th heaven
Devils attempted to defend levels they can't ever
woulda worked out if I sat down and trust
I always look back on the 7th cuz that was the day
Went to the park I wish I woulda just sat down and played
on my shoes and shine in me hair
And there's Al Bowlly, he's up on a stand
Oh that was a voice and that was a band
Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in
By flying planes across the sea
Embarking on your odyssey
You put away the danger
Heaven bless the one who flies
A pioneer on frontier skies
this have been done (Baby we'll make love)
Listen how we go back on again (I've a message from up above and it says)
(chorus):
Heaven chose you (heaven
but any old kind of two-step
Does as well; it don't matter what step you step
If you work it into your soul
You'll get to Heaven
Get busy
Dance
the rules every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear
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