Atlantic I'm rifling through these last seventeen years The radio waxes romantic It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears We don't say a word There's
laughin' crowd But when John Morgan stepped upon the scaffold They grew quiet when he tip his hat and bowed They listened to the preacher say the last words
from straps Agree, a Mead notebook and a bic that click When it's pushed in a whack ass beat That's a track that's weak, that he got last week 'Cause
better than her Feel like I'm drunk when I see her and I slur my words She's sexy and classy and she's my type We can make it last forever just one night
sick of this yellin? contest Oh, so you?re a bit Much wit it Can?t you Shut up for a minute And lemme get this off my chest [SeVen:] For the last 15
ve traveled has immediate reaction Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last
over him and every step he takes How do I say soon comes the day When I must go away What would adhere to a seven-year-old ear? Words that would make
want from each other? Where do we go? Nobody knows And what do we want from each other? Seven forty-five I got a flight But you're still mad about last
hear a word you said Hipidi hoo bla Is that a tank top or a new bra look snoop dogg just got a fuckin' boob job didn't you listen to the last round meat
illa noyz Like robin leech I display stylish ways Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days Listen up, all these words take heed When I cock
This is just another day in the life Seven flight connectors, past due bill collectors This is just another day in the life Mo' money, mo' problems and
blocks of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel Twenty-four seven, Mac 11 is
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come
the fuck out with that man Word, it's aight though son, we survivors in this game Screwball with the Mobb, times is hard on everybody boulevard That's my word
your career's lookin critical Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal You wanna freestyle fuck that I need at least seven
word, Sticky, man Yo what's up nigga? Muthafuckas wetted everything out there What the fuck you talkin about? Muthafuckas is dead, son Yo, yo, calm down nigga, calm down Word
like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom
the way they said it Had to cut some partners off, swear to y'all it ain't my fault I've been grown since I was seven and I was born to be a boss But