drop classics Verse 1: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control Cause we do shows all seven
Sparks that mixed with Coyote Eyes Diabolic Forces in a Ceremonial Union And each Beast of the Land took its own way in Living (the) Seven forbidden
: There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch
What It's Worth I Got The Right Net Sittin' Here Excited By Some Shit That Aint Right Yet No Regret, Live By A Code You Don't Know Bout Y'all Niggas
tried to put the God in a duffle But them boys can't knock the hustle, like Hov' said We expose fed, nigga, just give me the code red They say a close
momma' house homey Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse) Y'know my code right
electricity, it's like a dream Our superiors are pathetic and they show synthetic pity Road blocks are set up by robots, cops to check your code wit a
what they want) [Nas] Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of
nothing, niggaz is garbage When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless Might break a promise, but never, breaking the code
of dreams you're never what you seem to pretend to be inside myself I feel the need to be... your martyr, whore the ex that you should never trust the seven
sometimes we take the long route When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code Bout to
. *Ha my nigga* Politics. *Ha my nigga* Politics. *Ha my nigga* Politics. *Ha my nigga* Politics. *Ha my nigga* Politics. *Ha my nigga* Politics. *Ha my nigga* [Royce Da 5'9"] Seven
, deep lessons won?t go away I keep pressin? like my phone is afraid To be a star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say [Lupe Fiasco:]
and on the sixteenth Beginith the lame, and on seventeen, you lose everythang The twenty-first is the worse, wishin' you was eleven Poppin' like you was seven
I've got more chins than Chinatown Well, I've never used a phone booth And I've never seen my toes When I'm goin' to the movies I take up seven rows
in the disc but then change the bank source You can't flow, must be the speech impediment You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven
we a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say Mickey Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now Mi squeeze seven
a lock the city and, that is well known Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone Mi say Mickey Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now Mi squeeze seven and
