the time I was seven my mom left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary My sister a year
sacking them digits Cause I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes,
a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on now they gone I spent four years in the
25 Yet still I can feel, I'm real When it all happened I was in the lime light News, camera, gaven killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten
my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs And that little Jimmy is were you'll spend the next seven years
said, "hy came you here to dwell? " "The queen of fairies caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell
with "you know what I'm sayin'" sample throughout (Kracker) You must be outta your mind what do ya think you're doin' here 20 years gone by, and you
shit Tell her tonight, we gonna see Nas return to his murder shit It's still nasty, bone in the flesh God's son, never gone, never left King, I play
Boy Magic made this song Magic city gone buy a bitch Who is gone stay hood rich Ridin' 'round them foreign whips Let my car straight pull a bitch Dope Boy niggaz gone
nigga any motherfuckin way Gangsta shit gangsta shit gone play But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way Tech N9ne Seven Execution Style
Chorus x1 (Lynch) I run through ho's like pounds of weed sit a bitch on the curb and hit the 350(50) and all these years i cant believe somebody put they
in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre Wit the windows
Up under the bench They say it's all good But I was young Didnt know any better Although I did comp out the bootcamp Fly to give a brotha seven Years
it too far, perfectionist Rep the bridge, where everything's foul except the kids We get it on and contradict livin' long Though the clock'll still tic when you gone
minute almost hung yourself slit ya wrists To the maximum hand me the forty I'll thrash and Split out guests wit gash lemon goes throw his laz gone
Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends Like my father's come to pass Seven years has gone so fast Wake
is shouting But I can't hear a sound No one wants to act their age Take a pill, join the rave Living fast, dying young Twenty seven years of too much