's one more haul and then we'll head for home Four hours up on deck then four hours down below Thinking of you waking all alone Seven days and seven
heat Y'all know what happened to the thief When the king catch him stealin' Got his hands in the cookie jar Off with his hand, fuck it, off with his
Intro: Common Yeah one two bless Yeah yeah check it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the
He pounded out blood, sweat and tears One day he hung his hammer up He wanted to do the things he loved What once was Sunday fishin' Now was seven days
Now call me a lie, while you five stand by I stand by tha captain Hoe play now did somebody page Samson I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends Seven days
and I just can't wait To make mo money 'cause back in the days When I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now Grab the microphone and show you how
D Boy days You'd see why Gotti still love the game My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch,
New York the narcotic Strength in metal and fiber optics where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets Hard knuckles on the second hands
finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows And then he violated, one month before we dropped And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped Now 30 days
Never fuck with no creep hoes Rose Cartel staring in street show Find me layed back sitting in a E-420 With 20 grand in the truck, hand on the pump Ready
garments Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded Swear by our forefathers Anything you speak, think, or show
What? What? Money stretch Lil' Zane, what'cha saying? ATL's finest, what? What? Man you can check my lifestyle And see that I'm quite wild Seven twenty
to let it hurt, some talk dirt And be the first slangin' hertz Freestylin' of the hum of the birds Fall back when I shine on my shine, two shows follow
and amide in my fuckin' hand B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth I caught two-o seven
What's the read What you came for? This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun Fun for me ------------ Bring the seven on seven
her, oh So am I, so am I The ninety-seven days the fifteen blessed hours And it's easy as it goes, so am I How and hour of ninety days will soon run
town 100 degrees without no open windows Heat radiating off the tin And they named their band Lynyrd Skynyrd After the coach who kicked them out of school Seven days
the prophecy We are the race of a lost world ! Nine days in hell Nine nights of glory Seven graves of death showing all the way ! Six rising hands Six
