Esham - 7 Mile Rd. lyrics
[Esham - 7 Mile Rd. lyrics]
You don't know my fucking steelo
I can't fuck with you punk if
You can't cop a kilo
36 ozs, no gold D's, 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 FBI, 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 an 8th to jump back
So now I must add and subtract the pape 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 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
I can't fuck with you punk if
You can't cop a kilo
36 ozs, no gold D's, 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 FBI, 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 an 8th to jump back
So now I must add and subtract the pape 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 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