closed and the visions turned to truth Now I'm on my way to the gates of Eden [Verse 2:] Sometimes I feel anger about my own life I wouldn't see the
the wild life, niggas done lost they mind Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine But could you blame them? Niggas is brought up with anger
smile Capo, my nigga what Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7
Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a represent Be full of that dope and full tent I'm serving coc by the whole bird My shit ain't water without 7
Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well, whose fault is it, and who
the anger in between There's the way out of nothing From the shadows of disgrace I suffer the day from abortion When I've seen me passing away 7 days
blind my eyes for fear of my mind wont submit to my suicide ignorance breeds ignorance amidst all the pain anger guilt and shame violence seems the american dream its playing 24-7
up on your colon walls I'm so skillfully gifted That I spit [?] verses on 7 beats And every one of them were different The next move I made was colder 7
2028 back scientists couldnt resist the hypnotism of k words travel killin' mc's 7 planets away of the sinister mothafuckaz I'm the chief of the panel attackin like atoms crackin' where my anger
's my raza that I'm killing Looking at him dead in the face I shot him twice Now fuck that shit for sure will get 7-25 to life But fuck that shit it's
i know she is safe and building her disguise bracing for the scavengers who reign upon my humble domain fills my face with anger into permanent
business Beausoleil, que sera?, sera? Beausoleil, we want to sink into the deepest basin Beausoleil, fils de perdition, Luciferens Beausoleil, 7 and 7
door and went back inside {*sound effect: door closes*} Sat on the couch with the TV Guide She looked at the clock, it was 7:09, then 7:30; he still
hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel 24-7. Mac 11 is my people So why you
ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo Chorus(2X): [Dre] 3-5-7
Go On Wit My Bad Self If I Had Four Of Myself I Would Sacrifice Two To Get That Slave Outta You In My Eyes Be The Anger Of The Furious Five Flashbacks
Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..) But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon? of dat patron. (Hu-huh, alright). I?m talkin? 'bout 7 shots (7 shots