I know your scared and little uptight Things just have not been right Be alright, it'll be alright We're gonna have fun tonight, yeah My little one A
Traduction: L7. Little One.
leave Okay Tom Cruise - Ray*Ban, Elton John - gay man Backpack - wack flow, fur coat - Fat Joe Farrakhan - Nation, mad soul - Haitian A title, for this joint? Word Association {*7L
Just a little taste, so strap on that neck brace One-six.. yo, 7L ("E-S", "E-S") ("The way they lace the beat like, one of the best") ("The way they
? Word Association [7L scratching] "Listen up as I take out the rhyme book" "From the rude attitude, done got in it to win it" Okay, now tell me a little
Take the cake then I break like a bat out of hell You fuck with Esoteric catch a capital L Lock horns with 7L, son there's none parallel You need a beat
is oral antiseptic I'm doing just what you expected Ripping the mic in half striking psychopaths Laughing at your writing staff Iconoclast impresario, me and 7l
realest that ever did it, feel me flow! And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh! A little taste so they
killin other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left
rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me, mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, was on the D.L
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac Wish both of y'all had "
m the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse
m the bomb, I'm the mothafuckin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood [Verse 7
The Game is to be sold And not to be told This ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul Wipe my fingerprints
I'm the bomb, I'm the mothaf**kin' detonator One dutch, one bud, one burner, one slug Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just one blood [
