1,2,3,4,5,6,7 lyrics

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1,2,3,4,5,6,7
No one here's gonna get to go to heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to heaven
No one here's gonna get to go to heaven

The first one to speak, be the first one to leave
Get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed sheets
Six deep, full heap, best be quick on the draw
You's a snitch, you's a b*tch, you get left where you are
I roll with killa's who got strikes, dealers who catch cases
Skinheads and Mohicans, tattoos on their faces
Bring it 'til you're dead, bass it, get to bumping your gun
All these cowards talk sh*t, all these cowards gonna run
I'm not one, not my cards, not the hand i was dealt
It all goes down, you only go for yourself
Not me, i can't call it, i'd die for the team
Smoking sacks in the shack, getting high with the team
Let it fly with the beam, infra-red on your head
Every last muthaf*cka wanna leave me for dead
Can't be happy that i'm living, you pray that i fall
But i'm a dead man walking, i ain't living at all!

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All the time that you hate, it's time that you waste
Wake up soaking wet with a 9 to your face
In any case, hit the brakes, you're doing too much
My heart's blacker than the clip in the grip that i clutch
Who wants what? it goes down, right here in your town
I swear to god i'm not laughing, with a permanent frown
Don't make a sound, i spit rounds, leave your di*k in the dirt
Shotgun, with the shotgun aimed at your heart
It gets worse, i been cursed, smash your life like a verse
We blast, ski mask, when we touching the turf
Nobody came to talk, ain't nobody playing games
Kicking everybody's ass, crossed out everybody's name
f*cken lame that's how it goes, f*ck wax and f*ck shows
f*ck the track, f*ck the mic', f*ck hoes and f*ck foes!
Do yourself a favor and keep your thoughts to yourself
I'm selling drugs to my label and my neighbors for wealth, without help