7 Mile Rd lyrics

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