Action Bronson - Seven Series Triplets Lyrics
Uh-huh, yeah, yoCash in a brief case, trying to play it smartLove is a privilege and you better play your partDon't wanna leave it to the lawyers breathSnap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer stepsWishing you were a boy againLate night stand on the roof, smoke a newpReminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were looseThree different colors on the goose with the bootsMaryland College basketball suitsI drive the 525i made in '95Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikazeRight arm hang out the window while I steer leftNear death, slam into a deer's chestLights out for a second, but I'm backHopped up like a karate masterStill I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspinCome out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it, QueensYeah, nigga you know I put the work inHead shots real precise like a surgeonI see your heart beating through your shirt, nervousNigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave inWow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yetThis nigga done got so scared he took a shitThen I swerved in some low key wheelsAnd go about my business like it never happened, chillFor reals, pop a couple pills, cup a drinkCome to think about it I feels like turning up the rap ignorant loudLike this weed that I smoke, make a thick, yellow cloudPerpetual payday, my money don't vacayI'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazyYou could only imagine but you could never fathom my intelligenceI get at emOh shit, it's real like that, right y'all?Word up man, pledge allegiance manI Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be 'suing niggasYou gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggasAnd my money uncollected and I'm steppingMight slap the shit out your man and take his weaponHungry and angry and I'm savageryBut still mow your majestyWipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum itAnd I'm gon' keep you rich so chillOr you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbotsDeath is our game plan, new playing bullets come in spray cansWrite graffiti all on your vestLester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy he the best of itPut it right there you get a check, slang prostitutionIt's prohibition when we move shitThis is what some niggas suggestI suggest war and cloutThe fake niggas they could move outTake no chance you never know y'all.For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homiesYou sit around this, you sit around the bestWith gold forks and all that, word upY'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come.You know what it is man, it's automatic.
