from the never ending heat and year after year we climbed up to see the horizon, blank fields, and the one lonely street FROM SEVEN TO THREE FROM SEVEN
middle of the verse My niggas hustle from first to first Twelve months in a year Gun on your waist, blunt in your ear Pat in your sock, trade at the
to feed her steak with Okay when you starve to death don't say shit! I'm set it to the side till your hungry I see that your energy's tellin me that
one two three with the right somebody to love. One you really care for, and is yours to have and keep; One you say a pray'r for in your "Now I lay
'all bustas got time to play. My nigga Tombstone, Krayzie Bone, swing around your way, your way. (Chours 2x) (Krayzie) Now what if we banged your brain
dreams through the seven dials and Feel the pillow over your head Rachel hides from Aned the crow Keen eye on the peelers Experiment from a fifty three
me Look anybody in the eye who say he want it wit me Put up the house and bet the odds if it's comin' from me OG's say I need to learn to be patient
wait to hold the palm of your hand Been seven long days since the last that I saw you And every free moment I get, I gotta call you Takin' every chance to glance at your
I say my prayers every mornin' just like orange juice I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm feelin' loose I strap my sneakers on my feet like they
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care
me Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dere When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls till my number calls, say a prayer
suburban, man Always watchin my back Cause niggaz will jack you for your fuckin shit Female I am, but don't give a damn If I split some busta bitch's wig Three
to refuse services to you, Your friends are all on welfare ?? You call yourself a jew ? You need your ticket and your tie To zip your prayers on through
a nigga with an attitude Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neck Second one - Allwayz gotta fuck at a wedlock I like it when the pussy goes snack crack and pop Number three
the day I'll make your day out of play doh, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth,
rain They say that my lyrics destroy and kill But I'm only trying to tell them that I know how they feel I never had both of my parents I was three when
one month your fuckin' brain was destroyed Now you got children and a beautiful wife The kinda money that you make nigga you set for life Enjoy your self man you only live once Take your
First Verse: My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead He said, three motherfuckers