't be the medal you wear with pride So many things that you can't have So many ways for me to make you sad I don't care about the words you said I've
asleep I write these songs in the night time You don't believe me, read my palms, see my lifeline The area that I'm in, capsule first chrome Let the one
yah treble Everything EQ sound balance an well level Top end a gwaan good an all di bass miserable So a dem yah sound ram dance 7 to 7 Selector say him
to think what I put you through Much love,I thought you hated me,mama see I never knew I guess I walked the wrong path In the aftermath,many demons screamin my name You
restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven In a cab or the back of 7-11 Whether you're white and the music you like is rock You can come and get some
then Area 51, You take one of mine your whole family get to run, I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one Part 6: Aye writing
ll keep you in heavy rotation I wanna touch you where the sun don't shine I got a watch but I don't got time So if you wit it, then you wit that's good 'Cuz if you
is clear (Who you suppose to fear?) Street, I fears no one You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun When I start lettin' off (Niggaz is jettin' off) You
raap" muthafucka So step behind the lines let me show you how it's done You call yourself a gangsta but you never seen a gun And the shit you call funk
restaurant, takin' you straight to heaven, in a cab or the back of 7-11, Whether you're white and the music you like is rock, you can come and get some
put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle
security, put you on the respirator I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but
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let you go We just wanna tell you Just wanna let you know That we' ll stay around So what else can you do You' ve said all you have to We' re coming
niggas* are jelly And pretend to be your friend and put one your belly And you can keep on yelling, the cops won't come You want beef, we got burgers
m on it I'm open like a mall You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid
C (coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey [H.A.W.K.] 7-1-3, is the area code 7-45, is how I hog the road 24/7 nigga, I stay blowed And all the hoes say