Lyrics:
the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggas don't got to pay my bills
P.l.o. Pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let
pancakes
Shout out to my fan base
You the reason why these bands break
One two three four five six seven
I just got a brand new weapon
Eight nine ten eleven
satan who won't let us be
Our only hope's your victory
Kill that satan who won't let us be, kill
You're the keeper of the seven keys
That lock up
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
the situation
Nine-seven, it's like no more eviction
No more war milk, no more government cheese
Police keep on shootin' at our bulletproof Bentley
Yo
your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known kid rock
that dick
If you ain't 'bout a train well fuck you bitch
But my boys gotta hit too
Bend over and get tattooed by the boy from the 7th floor crew
You came
we stopped him he'd just
Hum "It'll all be fine"
But by then our battered crew
Was no more than nine
From nine we went to seven
From seven down
to be free
Just open your mind and relax with the Peas
Let us call our mellow crew, help you out to peep the ease
Like a thirty-five mile cruise,
on me nigga?)
Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?
(Crossbreed's the crew fool)
Them my niggas!
Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day
10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm bout the bands, I do that
7:Eleven
Verse1:
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
7: Eleven
Sitting by the window
Watching all cars go by our house
Watching how the wind blows
Carrying the butterflies across the tree tops
I'm
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
to be crew
Man, I was about to talk right after you, I swear
Aw, man, whatever, I swear, man
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But
How the fuck did we get so cool man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu
Y'all dogs better guard ya grills,
to be crew
Man, I was about to talk right after you, I swear
Aw, man, whatever, I swear, man
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of things in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
begin
Or where we end
The first step's got me lying on the floor
By the second step, I hear a knocking at the door
Three, I put my life in your
it's passed that, we exit
We just stare at memes, laugh, and we hit the next one
And our self esteem is so messed up and threatened
By other people's
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
My pants second I'm double cup
South side hustle inside
Hustle outside I don't give a fuck
I might be
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