we represent the 7-1-3! The type of rappers y'all never goin' be! We makin' money y'all never goin' see! 'Cause we represent the 7-1-3! Houston, Texas
with the mutha fuckin realist niggas [The Game:] It's 3, The hard way Black Lambo, No passengers Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
From crooked cops to, dope spots, all around Uhh, hot poles to six folds of strawberries Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin thru military Attitudes, don't even try it, Tek 9's AK
' nothin' changed Ask me again I'll tell you the same Don't hustle the fame nigga, muscle the game Put it down in the street for mine 24/7, stayin' on
the new millenium/ niggaz cant touch mo! Emmortal thugs: Runnin' with a bullet proof vest and layin niggaz to rest runnin wit a Motherfucker fit to kill ak
(fuck it) I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ?? I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!) 4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop I know you prayin' that
is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it My truck an AK can hit it Im a rap tycoon, I
on the stage upfront you gotta pay we aint no game so you know we cant be played We dont play fuck what you say yall tote gats we tote choppas and AK'
fire (Chorus) (Lil' Wayne verse 2) Ok you niggas wanna throw bottles, and hoes swallow My niggas they throw hollows, and mo follow Like TNT, I know Drama, so I'm-a Keep that AK
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin' I change your language with a stainless I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK
you ate pussy with fake lips I figure eight when my mind goes in circles Did I Do That or was it Mystikal and Urkel? On to seven AK-47, so what? I got
up in ya weak ass show, lettin' off rounds 5 thousand, best friend found naked and decapitated 6 G's, yo broke ass barried alive 'cuz yo ass hated 7
a hoe Then wait until you're back when the war's gone bitch You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again,
bag Gatta dub on my wrist, dime on my neck 18 with 7 figures won't 'chu top that Nigga never that, try all you want, it ain't gon' happen It takes 7 plus 7
the back and Im feelin so true got much love for my nigga named Screw the Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him he
I met him, Colombian name Flako Had the whole block locked selling tons in Morocco Wristwatch Fachera Costanti, nigga dead up Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7
Yo, it should be a crime The way I murder these rhymes I flip hundreds of lines Because I'm done with this mic over 7 times I shine, I glitter niggas