Testi:
16 On Seven

Fingers of Death Yo, the 9th Prince I rock a 9 on my chest My criminology's 'criminal minded' like KRS Y'all need bald head niggas pullin' triggers I put seven

day declare a personal holiday so you can take my page right of your phone book burn my seven digits to ashes i won't be attending any of your classes eyelids on

Time: 3:16 Chuck Berry/Brian Wilson (uncredited lyricist) Let's hear it Look who came to sing Louder Are you ready for em? Well let 'em know you're

smokey like that band that steppin over dead people It's like that, and you wouldn't know it cuz I'ma cool ass mufucca Then dump on a gang of succas

2 Scandal: Scandeez I strangle the mic, manhandle the mic, 16 spill and dismantle the mic, Mc's bout to get hanged in a line, choong fam yeah the whole gang on

on my mind [hook] [Black Felon] What What Say I had 16 bars How many muthafuckas can drive 16 cars Go up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broads Take

america loves gangsters (we we we we) Gone off that gangsta gangsta [x2] (for so long) GOne off that gangsta gangsta [x2] (and so on) [Verse 1: Natti

in the background] make your money I'm slicker this year I'm slicker this year Myrtle Ave A-train got the pic in my hair and what 16 joints later still

got Killa, Capo, and er'one else co-signing me She on fire, no way in hell she out-shining me I spit fire, take you to hell on the 16th That's hot shorty