girls to go and play in a giant sandbox Put your movie stars on the cover of people for goin' in for a detox Let your happy-face news readers share
maybe thats the point, the second your smart enough to recognize freedom your no longer free you see heaven isn't some place that we go to when we die It's that split second
4, 5 still a bustin', 6, rounds 'cuz I'm trill with this 7 mo' for the busta in the blue suit 8 choppers and they filled with troops 9 seconds 'foe you
about Proof wil'ing in the clubs You heard about that nine that Eminem packs You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked I'm from 7 Mile and stout
golden feet With shackles lookin' to jackals Greenpeace to a ring to fill Death come quicker When you shoot to kill Watch out, but your merry, sleep with your
You have 7 more seconds to decipher your life Before my tongue becomes a blade and your brain gets sliced I warned you before, I'm addicted to war I was
Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend We were partners in a business down on C and 7th Nothin' ever got this good brother down He was a real live
Man so many problems baby We feena solve em cuzz 24-7 Hustlers know what I'm sayin Dope House Records putting it down baby, 2000 [Verse 1] Uh uh See
[First Verse] The year is 7'0, October the fifth, I done did my nine months now my life take a shift, In the freeworld now, you better raised me good,
a second and I stepped to the door Knocked three times before someone had opened They said "Yo look at shorty yo he must've been smokin" Shut the door on my face
Rich Mullins and Beaker Second Samuel 22:50, First Chronicles 16:9, Psalm 7:17 Psalm 51:15, Psalm 57:5-11, Jude 5:3 On the road to Damascus I was hung
a whole mile Too overconfident to keep a low profile Pump your brakes, stay in your lane A bunch of fakes chasing fame I'll punch your face and take your chain Sit your
turn your back on anything you've ever been. You don't need to prove yourself to anybody else. There's no room for second best, no second chance, don
enough! I've gotta pick one, no matter how tough! It's time for eenie-meenie-minie-moe! But wait a second! Wait a second! Wait a second! Com'on and wait a second
change) Menage-a-trois is really second nature I have 88 bitches straight takin it to the face {AHH!} And uh, I can give a fuck about a relation Either open your
force feed me your fucking lies I hear your lies, how come I'm the lucky one? I see your lies, glorify what you haven't done I hate your lies, stories
that crazy feeling Scared you don't know why Head is spinning faster Haze is in your eyes And now you take a deep breath Wipe sweat off your face Your
that way Fight your own fight Paranoia every single day Fight your own fight Afraid to take a chance and be involved Fight your own fight Your self pride