Lyrics:
when the Xanny's don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview
Something
Justice filled the hat with jam and said don't you know who I am?
I'm a man above all else, who pays taxes unlike yerselves
I'm in a face melting
sleeping on this fiend, it's even ran by a Scheving
Don't over plan a plan, I set the gold standard for villainy
The villain number one lands second when
You know them road trips still bring a dub in, sub in
Even if the party was seven, the strip club ten
I'm all in this bitch on the tether, I'm
smiled at me a second time. The look on my face told it all. But I didn't get the chance to speak.Well it's seven hours and seven days since I first saw
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
One and two had a patsy the was factually plane
Seven out of envy must have wanted just the same
And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
and wet my face
A chainsaw buzzed when I died
I cried, seven minutes for you
Seven long drawn, sixty-second sobs
Is it really funny how time flies
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
like a mustard for a ham
She was crashed out in the bathroom
In the arms of my best friend
Melody, it was her second name
Melody, it was her
If you wanna make money then you've gotta think fast,
Phone claims direct cos there's a nail in yer arse,
Its very simple this is one step of two,
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I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
I start with a rhyme as I enter your mind
I hit so hard even Michael Jackson
don't cry
I feel alright
A puff of smoke as I walk by
I breathe you in and I feel high
I see your face and I don't cry
Your second hand smoke gets in my
a bitch yeah I can tell by how he stand
Pistol in the party glock 2-7 make ya dance
I got money on my mind I barely kick it with my friends
Yo ho just said
a few more years
And the king of Egypt said, Indeed, I saw in a dream seven fat cows, whom seven lean
Ones were devouring, and of seven green ears
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
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They wear it in their smile friendly faces Kentucky style
G
shining flashlights like where the weed at?
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
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