7 Sign

[Bizzy] Yeah, this for all you non-believers
Especially out in the
C-O Man, ****** y'all ******s
Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when
I die You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) (x2) [Maje$ty] 7
Sign... [Bizzy] I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
******, this Mo Thug and we can get ******-up
Even if I'm under surveillance,
I watch out Wanna win, and ****** 'em up daily, throwin' up 7
What am I yellin'? Murderer
******, once you come you must pay like crazy if you (Mutha******a, don't play me) play me
******, not today I see you but you can't see me
I know with all of government and
Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) [Maje$ty]
Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn
Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones
The roots exploited clones; therefore
It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit
Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections
It's magnified to new levels of elevation [Bizzy]
Seven sign, seven, seven sign
Seven, seventh sign seal
Yeah, now y'all know, yeah
Yeah, I'm tellin ya when
I die you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes) [Bizzy]
I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
The Rip here to run in the street
And flippin' on police, yeah they know me
I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears
And at least I had my homie and a ******,
K, homie All *******, look into it as you want the real killa?
Well, pull out your pistol, *******, and shoot it, shoot it
And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes
I'm ready to die And
I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye
Inner pride with the
Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture
Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of [Maje$ty]
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees
They'll be Japanese,
Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies
******, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze
And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back
Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?