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7Cities

[Chorus:] 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven no one here's gonna get to go to heaven the

Thursday, Friday, Even down on the weekends, Saturday, Sunday, 7 days of the week... Every day is a holiday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Even down on the weekends, Saturday, Sunday, 7

make it rain Straight shots, don't toast champagne Magic city a lil bit a change And these broads all know my name Let's get it crack One time DC where da city

Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know

dimes) And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine) [Z-Ro] They got me living in a '56, Mass L My locker full of commsary, and my fan mail My city

[Z-Ro talking] Z-Ro, the motherfucking Mo City don Sending this out to Ron fuck you Like my nigga mafiosos, you feel me Fuck all of y'all man, it go down

If you a hustler (if you a hustler) Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24/7 all

7 days and 7 nights you've sewn a cloth copy of your nervous system to a turtle neck and pair tuxedo pants outside the city's dry all covered in primer

how we get down 22's on the jeep Somthin' deep in the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell