Lyrics:
land and the plutocrat
All that's mine is a small coffin
I swear to god this the wrong hustle
This the Fegefeuer, The Dante tale
Morocco is the 7th Hell
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Written By: JonPaul L. Feliciano
Intro:
Uh, yeah (x2)
It’s Ruhk Bishop
Chorus:
I came a long way since that baby steppa in the 7th
The hoochie coochie man
'Cuz you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
'Cuz I'm the hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the 7th hour
Of the 7th
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
stayed up late
5th step, I walk you home
6th step, we're all alone
7th step, we took a chance
One kiss and true romance
Step by step we climbed
and then I fell inside her friend
In high school fell for Dee
In 7th grade I fell for E
The feeling that I got I wished would never end
About to move LA
Cursed soul bred by the fallen angel of doom will return
Beyond the blackened burning skies
7th trumpeter awakened by eternal eclipse and low
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
what's my sign, so I threw up the 59
I'm a lord, out the 7th Ward I pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red
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
stoned
Yeah, 911 heaven
Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11
Tonight she ain't yours
She off the 7th Heaven (Let's go)
Blowbama P, she call me
a fight
Be A little less heaven tonight
Who knew the sacred, aint always for heaven's sake
No 7th day rest when your always keeping me awake
Only church we
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
she thought I meant cola
P-P-P-Pull up on ya block, lookin' like I got a weapon
All my dogs in fucking heaven like I'm Jesus in the 7th
I know
watching it I know this clowns
Introduction to the voice of the 7th alphabet this is how a G sounds
When I’m about to drop
Jesus jealous how they keep
spray
Play w us and we pull up to where you lay
I was passing them notes back in 7th grade
Now I can't get these bitches to go away
So if I call her up
Or
They up inside a prison
Been thankful god for blessing my soul
By why a nigga still living
Tonio died we was in 7th grade
I still got niggas ain't
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Got a packed ass house full of hoes It feel like 7th Heaven (7th Heaven)
When I pour that mud it's thick I need a cup from 7
me tap it
217 To the 511
Send my ass to heaven
Back with the reverend
We ain't talk-in 7th heaven
Really flowin' really goin' got you groovin'
Uh
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
black like a funeral
When you come home
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll stop this
Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
Six
blessed with sentience?
Always being afraid of death, will be the real death of us
When I was in 7th grade, I destroyed a computer my parents bought me
I
around to catch a wave
I never can be replaced
Duplicate it’s never same
Bitches call from 7th grade
It’s hard too shake this game
I’m still deep in they
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