7 Sign Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Yeah, this for all you non-believers 

Especially out in the C-O 

Man, fuck y'all niggas 

Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die 

You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) 7 Sign... 

I put who got you, too, who shot you 

Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) 

Look who got you, too, who shot you 

Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you) 

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Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up 

Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out 

Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7 

What am I yellin'? Murderer 

Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you 

(Muthafucka, don't play me) play me 

Nigga, not today 

I see you but you can't see me 

I know with all of government and 

Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) 

Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn 

Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones 

The roots exploited clones; therefore 

It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit 

Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections 

It's magnified to new levels of elevation 

Photos 

Seven sign, seven, seven sign 

Seven, seventh sign seal 

Yeah, now y'all know, yeah 

Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die 

you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes) 

I put who got you, too, who shot you 

Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) 

Look who got you, too, who shot you 

Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you) 

The Rip here to run in the street 

And flippin' on police, yeah they know me 

I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears 

And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie 

All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? 

Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it 

And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes 

I'm ready to die 

And I hope my mama really loves me 

'Cause daddy's bye-bye 

Inner pride with the Ripsta 

Let 'em hit ya with the scripture 

Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of 

Three sixty-five out of all the round trees 

They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies 

Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze 

And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back 

Sacks only in dress pants 

have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? 

I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh 

Sell a dream to 'em 

Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash 

My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected 

Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole 

Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime 

It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business 

Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes 

Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me? 

Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili 

Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook 

So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it 

I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless 

Word sound 'til I'm foamin' 

Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin' 

Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans 

More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles 

And promotions make me more potent 

Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind 

Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind 

Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame 

The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain 

(Bizzy talking) 

I'm a let a nigga know 

You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat 

I gives a fuck about no nigga 

Don't be no (corvie) - ass nigga 

I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip 

Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind) 

Where's the mob? 

Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job 

Is you ready for jail? 

Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob 

We can spar, but you gon' drop (drop) 

I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop 

Better look out for miles, been doomed since I womb 

Will he put me in my tomb? 

I've been thuggin' so assume when I enter your room, boom 

Stomped through Compton 

And cities y'all ain't never heard of and listen 

I bet there's thousand people screamin' out 

"Murder, murderin' ya" 

Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a life 

I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes 

Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry 

I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie 

So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental 

So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental 

One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off 

They took a chance and lost 

let's spray A-K and make gangsta gone 

Don't finish the wars when they ain't over 

I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close 

And they got so? if it ain't? 

This family that don't give a fuck who you are 

It ain't nothin' like some trouble 

How close? How far (how far, how far)?