1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to Heaven... the first one to speak, be the first one to leave, get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed
[Chorus:] 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven the
Got the whole summer to burn It's so It's so easy when you are Far from home and all alone Uptown Trying hard to find love Lowdown All the city's full
the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) [x2] [Maje$ty] 7 Sign... [Bizzy] I put
and again at eleven! arsonists burnin people and they dogs up while they sleepin peepin toms peepin and poisonous gas leakin hurricanes blowin cities
L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, Early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around, From the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities
time the earth's like a belly an heavy sleeping beast but with her big eyes open and cities are inside still standing on the hill this city's like an
: This shit is lethal [CHORUS] Where you at? The devil west to east Where you at? And all cities in between Where you at? You know I got your back Where
adoring them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and numerous senses could perceive. And particulary they studied the genius of each city
in different area codes (area, area codes..codes) Hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes..codes) [ludacris] Now you thought i was just 7-7
different area codes (area) area codes (codes) Hoes (hoes...hoes) in different area codes (area) area codes (codes) [ludacris] Now you thought i was just 7-7
Waiting for the 7:18 January is endless Weary-eyed and forlorn The Northern Line is the loudest Sitting in silence in bars after work I've got nothing
meals in every restaurant, with the key to the city I can have what I want . I got the key to the city, now everything's free. I got the key to the city
[Ludacris] I met this chick in motor city and her name was Lexus Ass outta control and her chest was reckless So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and
hit me with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
