7 Sixes Lyrics
| Song | 7 Sixes |
| Artist | Hieroglyphics |
| Album | Full Circle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Before we get outta here, I got this track I want ya'll to wreck on | |
| Gimme six lines, six lines is all I need | |
| Alright, ok, I write in the light of day and in the night for pay, nigga | |
| you my main mother fucker right? | |
| you duck and hide when Pep Love touch a mic | |
| Out the back door | |
| If you ain't got that dough | |
| I'll click-clack-blow and kick down doors | |
| I roll backwood trees with that emerald green when i'm on scene | |
| chillin' with my nigga, roll, gettin' blow | |
| chillin' with ladies with the pretty eyes and straight teeth | |
| Sittin in my ride playing make-believe like, that's my car, that's my girl | |
| Imma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one | |
| I write rhymes for the fun of it, but give me none of it or you'll be facing capital punishment | |
| I'm a soldier of fortune, my style is extortion and I'm gorging more than a portion. | |
| Take an excursion, oceanography odyssey that got me seeing 3D, you don't wanna see me | |
| not for one second, not for one bar on one record | |
| you think you hard, then come stepping | |
| i'll turn a threat into a confession, i'll turn a mic into a blunt weapon | |
| make you forget what you were once stressing | |
| I'm a bass drum beat, a mad high hatter | |
| Ensnare the snare with this here, choke the life out it | |
| Invited and vitalize it, prop it up proper so you guys can idolize it | |
| I'm not at all surprised that you modeled after my shit | |
| The mastermind is ahead of whatever the times is | |
| Ya'll niggas saps, maple leaves, all your raps are make-believe | |
| I get an eigth and breath, like i'm Toni Braxton, give your homie action | |
| you're gettin no reaction, slow your roll, I'm packin | |
| Lean down when I get up, your style is put up, your turn to burn it up | |
| you're borin, I'll suffocate you while you snorin, kill em' softly like Lauren | |
| You're spillin, I'm pourin, innadequately hydrated, it's live ain't it | |
| Fuck with me, get stuck with cutlery, luxery, I'm livin' luckily | |
| Music is my sanctuary, it's life |
| zuo ci : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Before we get outta here, I got this track I want ya' ll to wreck on | |
| Gimme six lines, six lines is all I need | |
| Alright, ok, I write in the light of day and in the night for pay, nigga | |
| you my main mother fucker right? | |
| you duck and hide when Pep Love touch a mic | |
| Out the back door | |
| If you ain' t got that dough | |
| I' ll clickclackblow and kick down doors | |
| I roll backwood trees with that emerald green when i' m on scene | |
| chillin' with my nigga, roll, gettin' blow | |
| chillin' with ladies with the pretty eyes and straight teeth | |
| Sittin in my ride playing makebelieve like, that' s my car, that' s my girl | |
| Imma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one | |
| I write rhymes for the fun of it, but give me none of it or you' ll be facing capital punishment | |
| I' m a soldier of fortune, my style is extortion and I' m gorging more than a portion. | |
| Take an excursion, oceanography odyssey that got me seeing 3D, you don' t wanna see me | |
| not for one second, not for one bar on one record | |
| you think you hard, then come stepping | |
| i' ll turn a threat into a confession, i' ll turn a mic into a blunt weapon | |
| make you forget what you were once stressing | |
| I' m a bass drum beat, a mad high hatter | |
| Ensnare the snare with this here, choke the life out it | |
| Invited and vitalize it, prop it up proper so you guys can idolize it | |
| I' m not at all surprised that you modeled after my shit | |
| The mastermind is ahead of whatever the times is | |
| Ya' ll niggas saps, maple leaves, all your raps are makebelieve | |
| I get an eigth and breath, like i' m Toni Braxton, give your homie action | |
| you' re gettin no reaction, slow your roll, I' m packin | |
| Lean down when I get up, your style is put up, your turn to burn it up | |
| you' re borin, I' ll suffocate you while you snorin, kill em' softly like Lauren | |
| You' re spillin, I' m pourin, innadequately hydrated, it' s live ain' t it | |
| Fuck with me, get stuck with cutlery, luxery, I' m livin' luckily | |
| Music is my sanctuary, it' s life |
| zuò cí : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| Before we get outta here, I got this track I want ya' ll to wreck on | |
| Gimme six lines, six lines is all I need | |
| Alright, ok, I write in the light of day and in the night for pay, nigga | |
| you my main mother fucker right? | |
| you duck and hide when Pep Love touch a mic | |
| Out the back door | |
| If you ain' t got that dough | |
| I' ll clickclackblow and kick down doors | |
| I roll backwood trees with that emerald green when i' m on scene | |
| chillin' with my nigga, roll, gettin' blow | |
| chillin' with ladies with the pretty eyes and straight teeth | |
| Sittin in my ride playing makebelieve like, that' s my car, that' s my girl | |
| Imma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one | |
| I write rhymes for the fun of it, but give me none of it or you' ll be facing capital punishment | |
| I' m a soldier of fortune, my style is extortion and I' m gorging more than a portion. | |
| Take an excursion, oceanography odyssey that got me seeing 3D, you don' t wanna see me | |
| not for one second, not for one bar on one record | |
| you think you hard, then come stepping | |
| i' ll turn a threat into a confession, i' ll turn a mic into a blunt weapon | |
| make you forget what you were once stressing | |
| I' m a bass drum beat, a mad high hatter | |
| Ensnare the snare with this here, choke the life out it | |
| Invited and vitalize it, prop it up proper so you guys can idolize it | |
| I' m not at all surprised that you modeled after my shit | |
| The mastermind is ahead of whatever the times is | |
| Ya' ll niggas saps, maple leaves, all your raps are makebelieve | |
| I get an eigth and breath, like i' m Toni Braxton, give your homie action | |
| you' re gettin no reaction, slow your roll, I' m packin | |
| Lean down when I get up, your style is put up, your turn to burn it up | |
| you' re borin, I' ll suffocate you while you snorin, kill em' softly like Lauren | |
| You' re spillin, I' m pourin, innadequately hydrated, it' s live ain' t it | |
| Fuck with me, get stuck with cutlery, luxery, I' m livin' luckily | |
| Music is my sanctuary, it' s life |
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