still thinking of you. We're on and off and when we're on we're up and down, but I admit that we have had some fun... and if I had to spend my life with
fucking calling hoes And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling on you? Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on
area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Hoes (Hoes,hoes) In different area codes, area codes (Area, codes) Now you thought I was just 7-7-0, and 4-0-4?
off a 10 percent doze (?), I could hum and shit cold [Chorus:] [Redman] Yo, yo tear the roof off Yo, yo tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot
pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze I could hum and shit cold Yo, yo tear the roof off Yo, yo tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot
type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick and the twist 'cause niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set It Off
was born supreme No wonder I run with a hundred twenty Three nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets With nullified beef and combat swamp rats And
at no motherfuckin 9-5 job Got the motherfuckin boss fuckin off And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit I come in there on time and do my shit and
, I done came from that So I know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner And you aim 7
Fresh claiming that muthafucking nine) (And he don't mind dying) (Got to get on with his shine) (And he slangs his iron) And that 7th ward, he a hard-
man Rhasaan in the house We gon' bring it to y'all like this, word up Just give it to em Ak.. UHH [Akinyele] I been in and out all areas And all you
us We slam like Adrian Adonis Swarm on the warm blood like malicious pirahnas Islamic Bombers, no contender is parallel When I'm on paper, devestate 'em like 7
I come from, the city of dank, Where niggas shoot hop, snort, and smoke crank, Where anything's possible and nothin' fa sho, High off Khadafi mixed
official with the 7-dotted temple And the knowledge procedes to take off like emmitt's missle Its the rapfire comin from this lord, monk and sire Cut
official with the 7-dotted temple And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire Cut
where the *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 and
and bust It's just some gangsta shit, goin' down on the East side Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey
Equipto we cop and blow its to and fro we cop stacks of cash im sittin there with deep thoughts trippin off all the time wasted on weak spots nickel and
