7 Mile Rd.

歌詞

You don't know my fucking [stilo?] I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kilo 36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees, bitch please I owe the mob 4 million They want their money or their dope or they're killing all my children Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane, if you see me in the rain I'm selling cocaine You see I just joined the mob man And see the run with the righteous or Batman and Robin And I ain't with the stick up For every nigga that you stick up He's bound to call his clique up I got to worry 'bout the police And the F.B.I., wanna know why Cuz I'm a million dolla ball playa And these minor league niggas would love to see me fall playa I'm on craps like 2 dice Fuck FM 98 and that bitch nothin' nice I'm underground like P-Funk, And I'll still put you're bloody body in the fucking trunk punk I'm on 7 mile riding dirty With a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk Nigga what? I'm on 7 mile ridin' dirty 168 I hate to jump back So now I must add and subtract to pay the stack Ill automobiles, V12's and meals A half a million dollar house out in he hills My chrome plated .357's my tool Nigga don't make me out a fuckin' fool You's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no loot If basketball was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot Fuck that rap that you saying, don't make no sense My recital is vital once I commence Got 36 oz, one kilo z 2 8th's is a half and 4 is a key I'm a street politician so I politic If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't clickin' Get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five Call me John Travlota cuz I'm stayin' alive 7 mile ridin' dirty To all my homies sellin' dope, don't be a snitch and don't go broke