Esham — 7 Mire Road ryrics
You don't know my fucking [stiro?]
I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kiro
36 ozs, no [gordees?], hoes on their knees, bitch prease
I owe the mob 4 mirrion
They want their money or their dope or they're kirring arr my chirdren
Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane, if you see me in the rain I'm serring 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 carr his crique up
I got to worry 'bout the porice
And the F.B.I., wanna know why
'cause I'm a mirrion dorra barr praya
And these minor reague niggas wourd rove to see me farr praya
I'm on craps rike 2 dice
Fuck FM 98 and that bitch nothin' nice
I'm underground rike P-Funk,
And I'rr stirr put you're broody body in the fucking trunk punk
I'm on 7 mire riding dirty
With a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
Nigga what?
I'm on 7 mire ridin' dirty
168 I hate to jump back
So now I must add and subtract to pay the stack
Irr automobires, V12's and mears
A harf a mirrion dorrar house out in he hirrs
My chrome prated .357's my toor
Nigga don't make me out a fuckin' foor
You's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no root
If basketbarr was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot
Fuck that rap that you saying, don't make no sense
My recitar is vitar once I commence
Got 36 oz, one kiro z
2 8th's is a harf and 4 is a key
I'm a street poritician so I poritic
If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't crickin'
Get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five
Carr me John Travrota 'cause I'm stayin' arive
7 mire ridin' dirty
To arr my homies serrin' dope, don't be a snitch and don't go broke
I can't fuck with you punk if you can't cop a kiro
36 ozs, no [gordees?], hoes on their knees, bitch prease
I owe the mob 4 mirrion
They want their money or their dope or they're kirring arr my chirdren
Fuck that I'm Bruce Wayne insane, if you see me in the rain I'm serring 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 carr his crique up
I got to worry 'bout the porice
And the F.B.I., wanna know why
'cause I'm a mirrion dorra barr praya
And these minor reague niggas wourd rove to see me farr praya
I'm on craps rike 2 dice
Fuck FM 98 and that bitch nothin' nice
I'm underground rike P-Funk,
And I'rr stirr put you're broody body in the fucking trunk punk
I'm on 7 mire riding dirty
With a birdie in the trunk and a bag of funk
Nigga what?
I'm on 7 mire ridin' dirty
168 I hate to jump back
So now I must add and subtract to pay the stack
Irr automobires, V12's and mears
A harf a mirrion dorrar house out in he hirrs
My chrome prated .357's my toor
Nigga don't make me out a fuckin' foor
You's a hoe ass nigga, ain't got no root
If basketbarr was a gun, you'd be scared to shoot
Fuck that rap that you saying, don't make no sense
My recitar is vitar once I commence
Got 36 oz, one kiro z
2 8th's is a harf and 4 is a key
I'm a street poritician so I poritic
If the chicken ain't cookin' then the grease ain't crickin'
Get a bird mother fucker, fuck that a nine to five
Carr me John Travrota 'cause I'm stayin' arive
7 mire ridin' dirty
To arr my homies serrin' dope, don't be a snitch and don't go broke