better go ask your mother That your sister's being dicked by Marquis, your brother My seven bizzos... Seven days, seven ways, too much...My seven bizzos
Tell 'em why the hoes dream gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend (Mophreme) Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin' twenty four seven, ain't
Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up [Chorus] They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy I make a one-eight-seven look easy
game, ha, ha, ya lames! Paul's Chris Lighty, Tracy's Nicki Martin Boxes of ox, sarge is a glock My nine is twenty four seven on watch [Chorus:] Smile
Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! When Its On You Better, Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] It Might Take Seven Days And Six
right) Got ah couple million on everything we do Can you sell that? And it didn't come easy round our way, We had to hustle to survive and didn't eat some days
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
: [Layzie Bone] East ninteen ninety nine my niggas.... Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine
quick in the niine-quat Cause Flesh be lovin' this money I'm given uo love to the hustlas All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet And you better
: Yeahhhh! What if,you always wait till...?? Seven days to live..?? Nothing better (or Nothing but a) you cant say no to this one thing. You've
(no doubt) I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique I freak seven days a week I'm undefeated
yeah right hell is where the heart is synapse again nothing more i can do i haven't done again only wanted nothing wrong taking a cue from seven days
friends oh you paralyze there are times when I wish that I was you thick skinned cities you drive me through better than me you're a women seven days
yeah right hell is where the heart is synapse again nothing more i can do i have not done again only worded nothing wrong taking a cue from seven days
spinning round They dance and dance and dance Watch each hair on your head turn gray Look out the window and count your days One two four five six seven
laughing in heaven Not the one, not the seven And you'll never get to heaven in her row boat Pea brain pisser, dog breath kisser 'n harley said you're better
ain't recordin I'm jus C-4'in My currency foreign We are in a league they aren't Better dig in ya pocket an pay homage Better cover ya eyes ya face fallin