Lyrics:
it pika-chu
You dumping off that 7th I think he might need a zip or two
Hit the booth gave the city some real shit to listen to
Ain't no faking we them
We jus' started, we bubblin'
Hun-15th and 7th hun-15th and Lennox
Hun-12th and 5th, the border of 1st Avenue
That's my way whole Westside of Harlem
Ballin since the 7th grade
Everything I do is big
Cuz i don't hesitate
Pose a toast let's celebrate
I just need the cake
On that henny straight
Only
that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by
weight
Put me in the ring, even Ivie know I'm heavy, wait
God told ya'll he was chilling on the 7th day
Really he was busy bumping everything from Heather
Phabz lomo yen
It was a sunny day 3:40 pm 7th July
Woke up with no expectations just wanted the day to slide
Can't recall where I was headed but I
mild reaction, you try to hear my voice, hear what's happening
"Oh, he's still rapping?" Haven't stopped since 7th grade, to the lot of ya, owe a lot
a nigga on any day,
Turn his lil bars I to fish fillet,
I wanna speak on it but damn really shit crazy though,
Been bros since the 7th grade,
Who'd
it
I calmed down and they got things straight
I saw half my car at 7th street the other half at 8th
I wanted to just jump in the ocean
My car
Shooting homes just over slight disrespect
7th grade they shot up my nigga home
Bullets wizzing right by the 5-year-old
Went to school next day with new
teacher?
7th grader
Under bleachers
Loosing data
Smokin reefer
Hostla migo, hostla laygo
Santa Fe hoes
After I pop, I stop and lay low
Damn clown
Snitches everywhere watch your circle
Ti iku ile o ba pani
Ti ode o le enter
My 5star general
Omo
O ti raise si 7th star
Got my properties back
Bundle over
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
(And be a grownup)
some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade,
Know your place, no credit
Ima come first
And second through 7th
Real pain don’t hurt
Every scar is a blessing
Ya get it?
around and treats me like I'm gold
When my walls come down, down, down
Cuz on October 7th
You begged me not to cry
You didn't wanna see me fall apart like
to get paid
Usin' these rhymes I've been writin' since in the 7th grade
Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage
It was just like a piece
Ave.
Vietnam, the male goes in Jackson
Over the bridge, on 45th to 8th Ave.
Go to 7th Ave., go to Polo Grounds
Go to Drewham, 1-0-6 all
with a Smith and a Wesson
Shedding blood for my niggas in heaven
Selling drugs from the 6th to the 7th
In the club with a six shot 38
Level up to a 357
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
you're hangin' with the bats in a cave
Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave
Kinda makes us remember the 7th of December
CHORUS
Osama yo'
I've done bootings and whacked
Yeah yeah yeah we're the kings of shellings
Yeah, we're the kings of the 7th
When I get 'round there it's a murder
I
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