Lyrics:
Loss For Words Shoot For Seven

me Its burning inside me, Its burning inside me, Its burning inside me, In...side... ME!!!!!!! I hope you're choking on those words that you said to me On those words

I guarantee that you'll be up for doom Until that the Hollywood terror You need the weapon That was kept up in the skeleton For way too many years

the Grammy's said, "Wu for the kids" Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip You've

I was seven and I was born to be a boss But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss So I be sleepin with one eye open and put cameras

grenade on the inside. The squad, gettin' ready for the rumble, heard them mumbles, pull me gun and laughter. 12-guage eruptions; all that mattered when them busta's scattered. Reachin' for

the back But you be flipping on all the shit, who wants some? So much shit I got entertainment center in my bathroom I heard explosions, screams and shootings We ran here for

grenade on the inside. The squad, gettin' ready for the rumble, heard them mumbles, pull me gun and laughter. 12-guage eruptions; all that mattered when them busta's scattered. Reachin' for

Grammy's said "Wu for the kids" Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip You've been chased

grenade on the inside. The squad, gettin' ready for the rumble, heard them mumbles, pull me gun and laughter. 12-guage eruptions; all that mattered when them busta's scattered. Reachin' for