Lyrics:
I'm from America cuz it's number one
I could take a fuckin' dump and it
Would look like where you're from
Bad men flew a jet into 9 11
In
I'm from America cuz it's number one
I could take a fuckin' dump and it
Would look like where you're from
Bad men flew a jet into 9 11
In
and triple seven
Ride through the city chewing gum and holding Mac 11's
I text my bitch but she still mad, what if I die tonight?
No ultimatum, but will guilt
forensics
Oh you speakin with 12? Gon regret it
F&N knock you out your 11's
Pick cuddie up, think he gon need a medic
Matter of fact he transcendin' to heaven
cold-swishin'
I'm a whole Kevin
Or a Carmelo, back in 'seven
With the cornrows and his own 11's
What I'm tryna tell you is I'm automatic
And I gotta have it
Then
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
the sun shine throughout everyday
Let the moon shine through the peaceful night
This is seven times rise
And seven times fall
But I don't really
Every time you look at me we strapped up in my section
AR's, 223's, choppas, and Mac 11's
Better talk to god cause you on the way to heaven
Everything I
shot
From at least about five years ago
When I was in junior high goin' to Marshall
The homey use to come up to the school and rock
And leave
quick[00:15.40]I'mma go and buy some wine[00:16.85]And some wicked scents[00:18.55]You ain't finished by then[00:19.56]I'mma come and help[00:21.42]Then we'll lay
Picture me rolling
Im moving low key so I barely get noticed
Like 7/11 the trap never closing
The coldest of niggaz I feel like I'm frozen
Foreign my
the jungle, he gon' pull up with the stick
On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six
Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit
You ain't tap
through,
Need not to do what I do,
Yay Deep only fuck wit a few.
(*E-40*)
But if I hit rock bottom an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my weddin
switch
3-4 Opp shit
5-6 Pop shit
Run him down drop shit
7-8 Get hit with this broom clean up mop shit
9-10 Glock spit hot hot hot shit
11 Fuck 12
Man these
Trenchtown
Were da cookin' polition come down
And kill man dem gun, 6 foot 6 tall
Maybe 6 foot 7 or 6-11 Eek A Mouse
Wicked burnell as they fell, Jah
Tallest
friend.
(Scarface) - What?!
(Girl) - Just come and get me.
(Scarface) - I guess you know what's up.
(Girl) - Yeah I know what's up.
(Scarface) - I ain't
Gyananjan Shalakaya.
Chakshur-oonmeelitam yena tasmai Shri Gurave Namah.
My Salutations to that reverential teacher, who opened my eyes, by
applying
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
a hustler so I'm a son of a con
And from sun-up to dawn, I won't surrender or run
Call me GuWop the legend, Cocaine King, they a legend
MAC 11, I ride,
what you gon do now
Bitches wanna front on me but know not to come to me
I keep ten glocks, ten rotts up in front of me
Like they sprayin' sumin',
wanna front on me
But know not to come to me
I keep ten glocks
Ten rotts up in front of me (grr)
Like they sprayin sumin (Sprayin sumin)
Like they
the face by the frankenstein bass
Yo mug is covered with chili lookin' silly
Workin' at 7-11 thinkin' everything is heaven
Ohh what a sourpuss...
Nothin'
keeps spinnin'
Sun comes up and we all keep sinnin'
One week, seven days, need more time
Last home stretch, now I'm on the finish line
Packed my bags
Discuss these 7 comes 11 by up wilson Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In