Lyrics:
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'
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, when ya gotta be
Indeed as I distort I proceed, I need
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom,
Equal to you regardless of gender
Giving me love that is warm and tender
That's why I gotta tell ya
You and I are of the same mind
It seems to me
moving up 3rd
Make a right down 7th Ave to 4th Street Park
Feelin' the whole ghetto vibe and set my mark
Like the first time wifey let
You taste the snatch
write that/
Heterosexual-type that, homosexuals bite that/ Black
gloves and hands dirty/ And shit concurrin' in the
aftermath and we will smoke/ My 7th
silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and such
And cuts
Sailing on the tropical seas
Enjoying the trees and the breeze
Uncle Charlie! Shaggy!
Unforgettable, you got me like that
Give it to ya, you give
snitches
Time's still changing 'cause brothers
Turnin' into snitches
Yeah, I be that 7th Ward
Lord with them devil horns
Born and raised in the waves
watch you burning
like my bad dreams
give you to da beast in the pit of hades
thunder rolls
stormy black clouds
I stole the 7th seal
then the angel
Town, the end is near
The Seven Wonders of the World are here
The evil and the good, livin' side by side
All human forms seem glorified
Put your heart
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'
south of heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh come onnnnn
Kid rock motherfucker with the tbt
Rollin'
In a dog's life
A year is really more like seven
And all too soon a canine
Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven
It seems to me
As we make
ye yo ye
Are ya ready on the right?
Yes
Ready on the left?
Yes
Ready on the right?
Yes
Are you ready?
You either losin' it or winnin' it
huh!
Play me got a pocket and mah
Cock it and ya might! (might)
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? (yeah)
Niggas gettin' dropped and popped -
On the block
, how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
You
"Everyone will die and go to Heaven
And we will all be angels some day
And what you are in this world don't count for nothin'
But we are only children,
O’s, we are the best
Like out in traffic, you know we on 7th
He ain’t a opp, he just a fan
You know I could tell, tell by his stance
He not a member, he
the 17th and
Couldn't even find ya come to find out
That you were fat mouthin' and you's a ho
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous
His pulpit's a corner at 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel is his one claim to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars passin' by
He
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple, rap is like
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple, rap is like
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