down Joseph, descended, sold as a slave Thrown into a dungeon 'cause he wouldn't be swayed Interpreted pharaohs dream and Egypt was saved Stock, piled food for seven years
Like the others say, i can know your pain But i couldn't get used to it As another bird has gone It's like seven years alone I just couldn't get used
crumblin' buds of homegrown, ponderin' shit that's gone wrong But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin' that's lone gone My dome's blown, from twenty plus years
who came much to late And caused a chain reaction I've been hanging out there for eleven long years Like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone
mine, so when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost It's not right Their anger hurts my ears Been runnin' strong for seven years
Your best years are gone and then used How does it feel, yeah I was holdin' on, now I'm leavin', yeah And there ain't no chance I'm goin' back Seven years
Fee like it's going to waste, yeah Twenty-five years, seven impossible days Seven impossible days, seven impossible days Seven impossible days, yeah, it's seven
the departed Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted This is a prayer for the souls of the departed Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years
wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles I got a hundred thousand on me I could sprinkle All year my house covered in tinsel I gone
it don't even matter whose the highest Cause if it ain't dope Their ain't no hope They ain't gone buy it [Curren$y:] Yeeeaaa Quarter tank of gas in my seven
in-between green shit to win her over But fuck it, I'm a soldier, by now she should've noticed That ya boy gone spit vocals or gone sell yola She had
I called Dinco D and Brown Cutmonitor Milo brings the sound Before I do that I play myself like a jerk Make sure momma jamma took her body to work Okay, she is gone
, they here to stay Holiday, holiday, happy birthday, teenage love, the first cut run deep Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets Year of the Ox, seven
A hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on Royal blue lies inside the eyes of heaven Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (Seven
Yeah, it's like this.. Chubb rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock Son, rock.. [chorus: billy lawrence *sung*] Do you know, where you're goin to? Do you
nigga who you know? No one important, just another nigga flossing Gotta seal, what I'm touching is real You just a clone wit' a production deal I sailed the seven
an' Grandma Elizabeth, I miss you here To my love ones gone, I gotta know Where do we go from here? I gotta know To my love ones gone, I gotta know
t run with that blood I'm a godfather Loved on every street, conquered streets Hurts yo heart that you don't get that honor The feds I paid for that ten years up top Not seven