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Area 7 On And Off

it on the West and yes I know you mutha fuckas heard about us cuz we was all on the news fo Mobb-Style murders I crack a fool on top of his head wit

beat for me one time, you know how we do [Mondo starts banging on the table] [Vex] Uh, Black Hole Sun, Vortex Six million ways to die, I choose none Vortex got demons on

official with the 7-dotted temple And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt's missle Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire Cut

out the cage and blazed an ice cold bowel of sage Controllin the maze with four hos and blades Spit flows straight off corn rows and braides Light bones and

back and bust It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey

off the heezy, fa sheezy number one top ten I'm on fire, can't sleep on the E Everyday Street Gangsta that's E.S.G. And I'm swanging and banging Thinking

them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this n*gga a pine box And I ain't just talkin' about

When I inject memory cell motors retrospect To recollect; too genuine skills I resurrect Directed live from the 2-1-2, 7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area Throughout

Mah White Tee and Mah Stunnas On, Gold Ones in I Can't Go Wrong... Stunnas On...(Stunnas On) [x7] [Verse 3: Champ Bailey] Yea... I Hear Dey Hatin On