Esham - 7 Mile Rd. Lyrics
You don't know my *****ing [stilo?]I can't ***** with you punk if you can't cop a kilo36 ozs, no [goldees?], hoes on their knees, ***** pleaseI owe the mob 4 millionThey want their money or their dope or they're killing all my children***** that I'm Bruce Wayne insane, if you see me in the rain I'm selling cocaineYou see I just joined the mob manAnd see the run with the righteous or Batman and RobinAnd I ain't with the stick upFor every nigga that you stick upHe's bound to call his clique upI got to worry 'bout the policeAnd the F.B.I., wanna know whyCuz I'm a million dolla ball playaAnd these minor league niggas would love to see me fall playaI'm on craps like 2 dice***** FM 98 and that ***** nothin' niceI'm underground like P-Funk,And I'll still put you're bloody body in the *****ing trunk punkI'm on 7 mile riding dirtyWith a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funkNigga what?I'm on 7 mile ridin' dirty168 I hate to jump backSo now I must add and subtract to pay the stackIll automobiles, V12's and mealsA half a million dollar house out in he hillsMy chrome plated .357's my toolNigga don't make me out a *****in' foolYou's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no lootIf basketball was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot***** that rap that you saying, don't make no senseMy recital is vital once I commenceGot 36 oz, one kilo z2 8th's is a half and 4 is a keyI'm a street politician so I politicIf the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't clickin'Get a bird mother *****er, ***** that a nine to fiveCall me John Travlota cuz I'm stayin' alive7 mile ridin' dirtyTo all my homies sellin' dope, don't be a snitch and don't go broke
