Lyrics:
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
on the streets like Genesis
We all got the same seven
But I'm never weak
And closed mouths don't eat
And they know I'm from the h
Cause I rap a lot
But I grew up
three, four, five o clock in the mornin', you know I'm tryin' to see more
{"Alone in the street"} All day, all night, All by myself, you know that I'm all
She's a miss beautiful supreme
A girl that others wish that they could be
If there's seven wonders of the world
Then I know she's gotta be number
of heaven
All scrunched up inside the car
The trips and dips hiding in the leather now
Walking through the streets of hopeless-ville
Stopping at the spot by
ain't 7 feet why you
Looking over me
Dad raised another man
Son up the street
And on the bus Z Lo
Taught me how to read
A sharp mind is all a real nigga
the street, for the 7 to 7
Folks was crump dancing and skating, from 7pm to 7am
When we came, everbody knew we was coming
cint got time for a hoe I been stacking up this cheese
Man we really came from nothing now we tearing up the streets
I keep a 30 by my side incase that
One bitch, Two bitches, Three bitches in the cut
Four bitches, Five bitches, Six bitches in the cut
Seven bitches, Eight bitches, Nine bitches in
Surgical stockings marked his and hers
Guggenheim attitudes back to back
With Jewish Baroque
No way street, no way street
Happy to see you, you have
million adaghi Egbuzukwa Mkpa na Uwa
Baba God ade Beg you make you bless my Hustle
The street na by Grace no be Muscle
Kpa taya ka Osi
7 Billion 7 Billion
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps
of the street,rules you get to understand
if you live by it you die by it
Gu with it cheffing up good food in the basement
Seven six twos turns you victim cooperating
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
Get your street knowledge every posse know that come again
Bo bo bo clack clack clack clack clack
The only
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
spend make it back by the end of month
Say I be I dressing, and I get fresh up in a Tee
I run up 7 a week
She wanna move , but know her she ex just
happy
Until one of them was dead
Curb crawler I'm just a back street walker
Now the winner he was big around 7ft tall
And just by looking in his face
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Six times for six guys know dey gone all ride
Seven in da wrap light
Eight goin all night
Nine times for da nine lives niggas die by
One time for da one
Four pounds and nines blast at the same time
Thinking is my life on the line really?
Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress
Got to move
Viewer discretion advised, vivid images live screaming!
I shed tears by the river
By the river
From all the pain that I done felt
And I can't help with
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
Street, think it's dumb sweet?
You want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Blaze the hot trizack
pain her like Curtis
Track I ran the streets at 11
He 12, he think we don't know that he tellin'
13, kicked out the church by the reverend
Still
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