another nearer the end They will change the world When their voice will be heard And they know it is time to do it now Break the chains of silence -
'm pretty sure I got a pulse.. plus We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed Just let me keep the crumbs (Please) With seven deadly
hazel-eyed heartthrob Miss Fo' Reel, Penelope!!! [Penelope] Hot like fire, makin' these niggas yearn Don't be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn How to keep these seven
off I heard shots go off I'm a humble show-off I'll be beating when I roll off Pumping Jill Scott number seven in front of the seven-eleven Grab some
Female Ensemble Seven summers on the trot Were perfect just as Joseph said Joseph saw that food was gathered Ready for the years ahead Seven
You make me scream every time when I dream You've got me crawling and creeping, and thinking You feed my animal instinct I leave my cage in the permanent rage I break my chains
m gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven
with fine asses and titties Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on) Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah
try, huh, seven thirty-five Get in, let your hair down, shades on, gone with the wind My endless love, I'm in this love Whether rich or mugged, chains
and fuckin rebels They was out to get knees to feed seeds Takin mad g's, killin their own breed Heartless to this game to get a gold chain Never thinkin
just a pigeon with one mile left That doggy-paddles through this bullshit ocean of death And these rags-to-riches words will break bones Like the assassination
(feat. 60 Second Assassin, 9th Prince, Blue Raspberry,...) [Intro: 9th Prince] Yeah I'm back... Cilvaringz... [9th Prince:] Aiyo, unlock the chain,
make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks
yo End the swine, meet the inventor, plus the winter It's mine, gasoline jump, just spiked gloves, nines Watch my wave push, one chain faded out Racin
It's the man who wrote "Wanna be a Baller", and made you "Swang & Bang" Yup E.S.G. you know my name, forty G's of in my chain My rap sheet before the
Ha Ha, Make Money Money Money. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, Make Money Money Money [Verse: Fabolous] You Niggas Are Comical, Who Me I'm Seven Digits Two Commacal