Lyrics:
the second key into the sea of fear
Throw the third key into the sea of senselessness
And make the people hold each other's hands
The fourth key belongs
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat,
obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's
over a nigga, screamin'and shit
Damn, ya'll give a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Let my nigga
I cast my ballot
When the undertaker's busy and the prison's is crowded
People livin' in fear because they vision is clouded
But the sky's the limit,
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders
I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get
for what we believe in is life itself
And that in itself is beautiful, aight
Beautiful people let's take a second and think
We continue these
to push the pram a lot.
ARTHUR: Well, on second thought, let's not go to Camelot -- it is
a silly place. Right.
Scene 7
GOD: Arthur! Arthur, King
There's supposed to be us babe
By now, by now
Now I'm all up in love, tryna find the one that I let slip away
Remember that face, for seven age
I know
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
Second story you told me
Got me fucked up
If it weren't for this motherfucker
You'd be fine
And it's shitty to think
This verse can apply
To like 7
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I've been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty
At the Hotel Yorba
I'll be glad to see you later
All they got inside is vacancy
I've been thinking
Of a little place down by the lake
They got a dirty
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
and gang."
Twenty-one now, and paid in full
Feelin' bad, from all the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
walk right by me
And never know I'm there. . .
Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way
So I'm tryin' to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
knowing that facts
And I figure it out of this points by myself
Twenty four seven, twenty four seven
Twenty four seven I'm busy for all, I'm deal person
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
'em down like old folks
You coming with it, we coming for it
Plenty to go around, now watch the money orbit
Real shit people, now just absorb it
I
"Talisha!" Yo call back, I'm busy
Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later
Washed up, got dressed, hit's the elevator
Steps out, it's the same old scene
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
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