7NiggazGetDa$$$ | #05FUBUJerseyNiggaz

[Intro - Hermi7 Khalfani] Son, that's gonna be funny at the beginning of this verse *Laugh* Josh dumb [Verse 1: Hermi7 Khalfani] Ay yo I'm stepping out my door, encountered guards of King Richard Robbing from the poor, got hoods over my Ford engine Wind in my face like slaps, homie I'm paying attention Played my cards, Perrier-Jouët, ay yo it had me trippin' Let's kick specifics, yo the hermit weigh eight tons Towering my rivals on the mic I'm a great one, you late hun Feeling shive, so trying to shake some Eggshells still in my pan, go head and bake somethin' It's pure lobotomy, my lyrical slaughtering Butcher down them steaks, if beef, you want a part of me She'll pardon me I got ties like Mr. Humphrey, I'll show y'all through the jungle if niggas decide to dump me Like Marcello--the hometown crime boss mellow The marsh outskirts of the city--hall, shooting pool with Kitty For these gems I'm livin', I can sight the fools gold in them Tim's, you slippin' Word to Chez Helene, my fam ill in the kitchen We cook crack for the ears and garnish the fried chicken Mad sickening how the mic could get blistered cause of what I'm spittin' Filthy as hog swine, my nigga you gotta listen Getting bacon out the pig pen, cheddar up out them milk tits Elijah on the mix, so you know this a classic My class sick, generation of mass havoc, they asked for them dawgs so nigga we let 'em have Vick My city in a crescent, the moonshine's effervescent Them niggas trip for cash them digits look like a blessing A way up out the hoods, take goods if you accept it And niggas--suppress the pain and squeeze triggers Suspect you suspect, release and squeeze quicker, it's bigger I know you ain't content with your livin', seven niggas get the money, seven niggas is with ya [Hook: Elijah Reign] Watch the stars fall from the sky as we get mad high off the vibe We the life of the night we gettin' right Fag niggas think we ain't shit, we get the money Close doors with the crew, run a train on ya honey I think it's funny how we rhyme, we do this all the time Broke niggas cuffin' up they dimes We exist, you suck dicks, we blow piff and cut throats as we get rich We them niggas [Verse 2: CashMoneyChip] Underdog back on the prowl, fuck the past let's focus on what's happening now Take opponents to the post, I'm just backing 'em down From the city of Super Sundays and packin' them rounds But not I, nor my set, we just packin' them rhymes Move forward not backward, no rewind button Hermit scoping out just in case niggas try somethin' The son of cousin, if Nas had another son y'all ain't know about then the chances are It's I cousin Cause the flow gotta come from him or the man above So stand tall like when ya playing ball and run ya point, other wise you'll be lying with doves And homie lied, ain't no ribbon in the sky for love If heaven's true, I hope I make it but the world is so jaded and this girl is so faded And I might stroke So God forgive me in advance and whatever's destined for me, just keep me in your plans [#05FUBUJerseyNiggaz Skit] [Hermi7 Khalfani & Nappz Bacon] *laughs* [Hermi7 Khalfani] Say son, you remember when nigga used to rock FUBU Jerseys son? [CashMoneyChip] FUBU Jerserys dawg! [Hermi7 Khalfani] Nigga had the fire number five on the front and on the back Nigga thought he was shive, shive [CashMoneyChip] Ay ay, I been, I been, ayyy ay bruh I ain't even wear mine forward I wore my shit backwards my nigga [Hermi7 Khalfani] But why you sleep, I'm bout to cop me one nigga gotta go on eBay [CashMoneyChip] Oh fasho! Gotta put a bid in [Hermi7 Khalfani] Eastbay! [CashmoneyChip] Hope I win the bid, yaheardme! [Hermi7 Khalfani] Footlocker.gov! [CashMoneyChip] Master-P, you know Master P trying to beat me, yahearmde! [Elijah Reign] Son, what about them jerseys with "Unknown" on the back? [Hermi7 Khalfani] *laughs* This bitch said "unknown" [CashMoneyChip] Oh oh, the platinum FUBU joints, oh yeah! [Hermi7 Khalfani] Nigga said he had a platinum! I had the brown and orange [CashMoneyChip] Ay, Ay but, Ay but real talk. This 7 checkin' in, 7NiggazGetDa$$$ Y'all know the motto by now *background chatter* But ay look, Free Boosie, ya know what I'm sayin', Free Max B, owwwww Free the wave, ummm Free C-Murder too, we ain't forgot about you [Hermi7 Khalfani] Free my grandma! [CashMoneyChip] And that's word to $pitta, we ain't forgot about you C-Murder [Elijah Reign] My nigga Freddie, hold ya head [CashMoneyChip] Hold ya head, Freddie [Hermi7 Khalfani] Yaheardme!