Lyrics:
P.S. 92, 7th and 8th
Asked you for dough and you said "no" dead in my face
But now that I'm on, it's like I owe everybody somethin'
All my
this nice shit
I meddle in murderous temptation
Roll up the windows and push down the pedal
Burn a cigarette in my wrist
That 7th Ward shit fuck a bitch,
beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek
I'm the power elite, me and the 7th fleet."
He said: "meet my sister, Madam Nhu
The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu."
heavens
I kill it every (Mm) session
Comme des garçon on my wedding date, ayye
You ain't pulled a girl since like the 7th grade
Lift your face up, I'm laced
gon' die three times
And the four takes life
Five of you try to jump me
And six Angels come
To take you away to 7th Heaven
When that alcohol hit, I'm
a great pretender
I love my gooroo i'm filled with glee
I need my gooroo 7th Atmah extasy
I want my gooroo i found my gooroo
The wings of karma panning my
one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named mr. dulah
Who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
Cause.. this is no
of Chiang Kai-shek
I'm the power elite
Me and the 7th fleet
He said, Meet my sister, Madam Nhu
The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu
He said, Meet my
you
Heavens
Did it hurt when you fell?
Did it hurt
Some take me too seriously
Some take me too seriously
Her love is like a 7th dimensional frequency
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
That's truth
What's up
Ain't nothing changed but the color of the money
These new blue hundred dollar bills, huh
How that look
Jones
I'm on 7th
from Cali, you get it I mail 'em
38 baby I post on the 7th
Hop out the car wit' that Mac-11
Runnin' wit' killers, we all be steppin'
Pull up and spray
out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in
the pop loc, you bought me soda pop
My nigga cartoon, Lil Noock & Pete Both from the north
We meet in 7th grade on the B-Ball court
Just like the homie
squad knows I bleed blue
I'm from the 7th
I can show you how my dargs move
Stand your ground like there's
Nowhere to run to
Sip double cups, my bitches
gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess...
It's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents...
Fuck round n I gotta
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
on 7th Avenue.
But I used to wait at the diner, a million nights without her,
Praying she won't cancel again tonight.
And the waiter served my coffee with
in the 7th house the 11th hour
To connect what God allowed us your flowers blossom
From birds and bees collided the world is ours
And hold you closely
And the wrong mistake is a half
Dead ass doing the coroner
Heavenly father I'm looking into the heavens
My girl think I'm going crazy
This nigga going 7th these
In 7th grade, we promised that we'd never break each other's heart
Fought with the pressure of deep depression while naked makin' confessions
you
The stumbling narrow-minded becomes you
The overwhelming power - it eats you from the inside
still you have got to rise again
7th Movement:
I'm spittin' my inferno turning purple
I'll kick your ass to Uranus you in the 7th circle
The way I'm fed up in this suffering you'd think I'm touching
higher, higher, higher
I got shit that's on my plate and no cap it got me wired
But on everything I love, this that shit that I desire
This the 7th
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