If I could make it through this one Oh, there's something 'round the corner It's got to get better than this If I can make it through this one Oh,
is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun It don't help to run - I'll empty 'em all out the drum When it come down to one-eight-seven I don't play
ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, nigga Whack your clique one by one 'til no one
people only rock one style at a time If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme They called the one eighty seven
the back with the VIP status In a room full of Pimps tryin' to find 'em a Gladis Gotta pick one of 'em get one of 'em stick one of 'em quick Cause they
go insane' Now you should try this little game Just close your eyes forget your name Forget the world forget the people And we'll erect a different steeple This
read, from seven to nine, don't hold that weight Ya'll just bait, I'm a fisherman, I own this lake When I catch fish, I fry 'em, to they back I flake
as real as I can with this Not just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world is Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this Dismantle this
Coupe, is headed fo' Beirut they wanna shoot me like a terrorist but I don't give a FUCK, cause I'm takin care of this Trigger finger got blisters Heard from your sisters
family save this song for years and years guarantee on day it will bring you tears cause you remember how things were back in the day lets try to keep it this
you crap Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad and your son gotta grow up like, "This
stop the bass five, six, seven, eight get into the race you can stop the sequencer you can stop the move five, six, seven, eight get into the groove I am the number one
by the eyes of the mass It took me seven days to create each line Took me seven hours to rehearse this rhyme Just seven minutes till we design Seven seconds
your mans little sister I think back to what it could have been that made her denim it's plain and simple, he broke Crack Commandment number seven I'm
: [Intro] Yo man, sittin over here tryna put together this This paper man (word) tryna go down to the university And um, I'm tryna teach this course
my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven
what this is do y'all know what this means!!!} {The fact, that each brother got on this track, the fact, that each sister got on this track} (Where are