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letra de 7 mile rd. - esham

you don’t know my f-cking [stilo?]
i can’t f-ck with you punk if you can’t cop a kilo
36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees, b-tch please
i owe the mob 4 million
they want their money or their dope or they’re killing all my children
f-ck that i’m bruce wayne insane, if you see me in the rain i’m selling cocaine
you see i just joined the mob man
and see the run with the righteous or batman and robin
and i ain’t with the stick up
for every n-gg- that you stick up
he’s bound to call his clique up
i got to worry ’bout the police
and the f.b.i., wanna know why
cuz i’m a million dolla ball playa
and these minor league n-gg-s would love to see me fall playa
i’m on cr-ps like 2 dice
f-ck fm 98 and that b-tch nothin’ nice
i’m underground like p-funk,
and i’ll still put you’re bl–dy body in the f-cking trunk punk
i’m on 7 mile riding dirty
with a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
n-gg- what?
i’m on 7 mile ridin’ dirty
168 i hate to jump back
so now i must add and subtract to pay the stack
ill automobiles, v12’s and meals
a half a million dollar house out in he hills
my chrome plated .357’s my tool
n-gg- don’t make me out a f-ckin’ fool
you’s a hoe -ss n-gg-, ain’t got no loot
if basketball was a gun, you’d be scared to shoot
f-ck that rap that you saying, don’t make no sense
my recital is vital once i commence
got 36 oz, one kilo z
2 8th’s is a half and 4 is a key
i’m a street politician so i politic
if the chicken ain’t cookin’ then the grease ain’t clickin’
get a bird mother f-cker, f-ck that a nine to five
call me john travlota cuz i’m stayin’ alive
7 mile ridin’ dirty
to all my homies sellin’ dope, don’t be a snitch and don’t go broke

- esham

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