Oh my god it's raining again And a 7-year-old anarchist i My Subs LP is still brand-new But what does it matter? There's nothing I can do Great big
, so you know my fate They pray I die I'm that nigga that they love to hate I'ma make you use your mind, god, the 7th sign And when you listen to these
no way the could match your face You've got it goin' on in a way so clear, I just wanna buy you a beer I thought maybe tonight at 7:30 or something I
who were full of wishes We gave some gifts and we gave some lovin' The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin' Little Timmy stole from 7-11
could i be 7 foot 10 built like a bull then full of shit and proud of it i like to get funny with my 8 foot buddies we spend money till our dicks get
shit like tight?) Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear (V S O P Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin' beers) A diehard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga (7th Ward
with his cooking ass I'm so clean but I'm so grimey So dirty but yet I'm so shiney My nigga, Kiki B told me me finish my meal Def jam 7 figures we
state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil My fucking samples are too illegal, play this shit in church [Verse 7
What are you doing with that chicken? Carl: And then uh, then . . . Ray: I was measuring the ball. Carl: Then Frank hired her to work on the Mothers movie. 7
I'm so drunk, I can url for a month Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk D12 start shit, nigga come get us 7 Mile Rayon, wild niggaz wit us Cause all
And I wish my friends would leave that place 'Cause I can't stand L.A. Traffic sucks, no protected lefts Snooty fucks, pollution fills the air Gang fights, 7 dollar beers
Well grab your shoes, and grab your balls And lets head to those heavenly halls Sit on down and grab a beer Because bowling time is pretty near Tortured
job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside, and the engine still revvin' Taking care of business at 7-eleven
I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch
, I'm livin'life by the tech 9 I'm livin' now while I'm still hea Fuck it when I'm gone Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on We high,
look superb Grain in ya left fist, cup in ya right hand Air conditioner on 60 nigga I aint playin' In a Fruit Punch Impala, Root Beer Cutlass Pineapple
to your tiny Pick-up truck in the driveway With a sticker on the window 'Rest in Peace Number 3' Tell all your friends How you put her in her place 7
the way that cake you baked me Really sucked but I ate it 'Cause I loved you even more That you could ever imagine Here?s a friendly goodbye 5, 6, 7