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Woah I will
I will I will I will I will
If I said I will
Every second every minute passing by me I cannot chill
Straight up
Feel threatened my voice

'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

Snoop Dogg

Murder Was the Case

1994

in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by

Snapshot

Kinky

Atlas

2003

not move, do not breathe
Do not, do not, do not

Moments are just like pictures
Seconds are color paints
Frame by frame life continues
This is

What Happened what happened to the time it felt like only seconds 
Back in 1999 i was only seven we was playing with no lines tackle two hand legends

head
Is that a sign because outside it's raining
I can only listen to certain phrases
When I'm left with only Seven Seconds
Wishing I could pick up

drop 
I'm sharp like a karate chop 
Goku on the beat like kamehameha
And I made this beat all by myself, ladidadi
My dick long as a ruler 
And I'm slick,

run this track 
I'm running to class 
7 Minutes I'm late 
I was a second late before you closed the door 
Now I'm stuck outside for a second more 
Hey

live like you got a second chance
Living my life and I don't got no regrets
Party go even on a monday
Ballin' like I'm mofukking dying today
Errday ma

even when things were rough
Seven deadly exes, it's a heck of a rush
Threatened every second, I'm confessing my love
To this heaven I was blessed with,

to think it out
When a bullet goes into my scalp
Loosing blood as fast as the bullet hit
But I’m still conscious for
Another 7 seconds of regret
Another 7

happened
All in a second we lost
Now we're sitting in a bar
In the cigarette smoke
Trying hard to forget
About the Love We Lost
And now the days go by
And I

his executor
Making that money, it coming in laundromat
Load the gat, 7.62
That my contraband
Lil brudda next up fasho, second in command
My city

Driving through the Drive Thru I've been gone
Five minutes and seven seconds long
I see you in cherry blossom form
I've got a thing for you

Driving

24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...

Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got

I got no fucks on charity 
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now 
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me 
Turn your faith in 2 seconds 
Walk up

5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?

it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up

Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,

Blackout

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album

the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest

Your life has changed by the way that I walk,
Crucify me cause of the way that I talk.
Y’all hate when I say that I’m repping New York,
I’ve Been

Thinking to myself something gotta give
Gotta switch it up
Man I gotta put this shit in second gear
On the fast route to them M's
Thinking this can't

It’s Devante man
Lemme talk for second
Maneuver different
Keep ya fuckin distance
That’s what I tell myself
Let’s focus up, complete the mission

a bitch yeah I can tell by how he stand
Pistol in the party glock 2-7 make ya dance
I got money on my mind I barely kick it with my friends
Yo ho just said