Texty:
7 Days Later

am from the hood, hood, hood, hood, hood These hoes pouring love, love, love, love, love My gear is off the hook, hook, hook, hook, hook I look like a model, 7 days

crime if i didn't write rhymes and I'd probably go mad in my mind cos its only music that keeps me sane plus bud and beers to forget the pain just reflecting on days

she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus', waiting for the bus The fagot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80

rare But I thought now forget it yo homes to Bel Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabyo homes, smell ya later I looked

's the hustle man, money and diamond rings She gon' make sure she stackin' all the paper man It's a grinder's party, 365 7 days, she gon' make sure she

Compton, I'm locked up in Fort Dix, New Jersey Number 0 7 3 9 3 0 6 7 I, I be checkin' y'all out in 1997, later Nowadays still we're captured, still

's you whom they're calling "Come fly with me We keep on wandering And all the sorrows Are simply staying here" Fly with me over all nights and days

you a call later on Your answering machine, come on, I leave a message on your phone I'll ring you later, I hope you'll get the message, baby page me As the days

role reversal so it's useless these days TV got real, music went fake Please help her for God's sake When I proposed to the game I figured life was merry 5 years later