got guns and clips Seven, eight, they seld your faith One, two, GP's comin for you Three, four, Tecca's at your door Five, six, got guns and clips Seven
green (mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me) (niggas wanna put some slugs in me) So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven Brotha
fucked the who Tell a ho about ya spot, where ya threw away the glock But every bitch that ya shot, every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop, the ninety seven
diet I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit
house, smack worker's bond like crack's out Go to war, Mack never backed out The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off The cage get bust off,
Bone-Intro- Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven
There are men lost in jail Crowded fifty to a room There's too many rats in this cage of the world And the women know their place They sit home and write
, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, So she caged him up with cyclone fence. Along came Lou with the old baboon And said Recognize that smell? Smells like seven
got to sing Say, na na na na na na na na, hey Na na na na na na na na Keep it up, keep it up Keep it up, keep it up Seven four seven's gonna take us
Little girl disappeared and gone From the rural route Seven days missing, something's wrong On the rural route Amber alert all over the nation From the
' soul steady with the he says, she says And don't forget about the starfish navigation system Don't hate me, I'm just an alien With thirty seven tons
so what does a wage entail Nine of five slavery or a twenty four seven Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven Controlled by the sound of a whip
I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life Reps North side so he rocks them braids Eleven-hundred friends on his MySpace page Stack That Cheese got seven
Life [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (
ain't wit me now tho He ain't wit me [SeVen:] Don't wanna feel like I'm inside a cage (Don't wanna be in a cage) So much is on my mind, no time to waste
with a matching thong pretty face in the place what you sittin for once you wind up on your waist what you hittin for glitter on your face seven karats on you face caged
tough to die I always wonder why my mama left town, new haven ain't a bag of salt When nobody knows your name, you look so different over the phone Seven