's one more haul and then we'll head for home Four hours up on deck then four hours down below Thinking of you waking all alone Seven days and seven
gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent] Seven
like rap until she met me You gotta understand I'm a charmin young man A whole lot has changed since I went hand to hand [Chorus:] Smile n**** my next
her, oh So am I So am I The ninety-seven days the fifteen blessed hours And it's easy as it goes, so am I How and hour of ninety days will soon run out
Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head
shows gettin everyone nervous cause Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over
shows gettin everyone nervous cause Them hipsters gon have to get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's
just on tour, nigga I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
with no creep hoes Rose Kartel staring in street show Find me layed back sitting in a E-420 With 20 grand in the truck, hand on the pump Ready to dump
Smell 'em in the air Think I'll drop my anchor In that harbor over there [SAILOR TWO] Lovely ladies Smell 'em through the smoke Seven days at sea Can
I can bail down 19th Street I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta
my forgotten poems Are a joke What do I know, baby wood rose Doesn't it show? People get old when they're alone Maybe I will, maybe I won't Seven days
: ([Announcer:] "Who fixes plumbing problems in a flash? Twenty four hours a day? Seven days a week?") Baby, I sure wish I could lend you a hand But
like a python Blaze like Jon A hip-hop icon, MC radical Back on track from my rap/act sabatacle Nine-point-six on the richter Kicked her, hands so slickta
heat Y'all know what happened to the thief When the king catch him stealin' Got his hands in the cookie jar Off with his hand, fuck it, off with his
Intro: Common Yeah one two bless Yeah yeah check it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the
He pounded out blood, sweat and tears One day he hung his hammer up He wanted to do the things he loved What once was Sunday fishin' Now was seven days
Now call me a lie, while you five stand by I stand by tha captain Hoe play now did somebody page Samson I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends Seven days