Songtexte:
And Then I Turned Seven Hold On

to hold on *chorus* hold on hold on to your heart and dont go dont go giving it way i said hold on hold on to your heart and hold on to your heart

feel like the nigga on fire Everybody got to go its the truth So I figure while i'm waitin' on my turn i'm a blow up the booth I've seen niggas in wheel

gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst paparazzis I've ever seen and I ever known Put the worst on display so the

mirk on Later I see you in hell, get your bird on Filled with embalming fluid, get your serve on [Redman:] My sherm on in the hood when I ride by My

Exile he no longer in the hood Bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax Roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in

, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide

a miracle opened wide Look at the mountains, trees, the seven seas And everything chilling underwater, please Hot lava, snow, rain and fog Long neck giraffes, and pet cats and dogs And I

spectrum, sisters I need more then ever {Sisters I need more then ever} {Sisters I need more then ever} It's Run DMC touger then ever I got more then

blot, turned yellow and ran When you got sugar, why settle for sand Never snitch when you clip, and put yo medal's in cans [J-Hill] (Seven by seven)