7 Sign (bizzy) Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the C-O. 

Man, f**k 

y'all niggas. 

Yeah, I'm (tatted) so when I die, you can see what's deep in my eye (my eye). 

Maje$ty: 

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). 

Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get f**ked-up even if I'm under surveillance, I 

watch out, wanna win, and f**k 'em up daily, throwin' up 7, what am I yellin'? 

Murderer. 

Nigga, once you come must be like crazy if you (Muthaf**ka, 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). 

Maje$ty: 

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. 

Seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign, C-O. 

Yeah, now y'all know, yeah. 

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Yeah, I'm (tatted) so when I die, you can see what's deep in m 

y eye (my 

eyes, my eyes). 

Now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock 

you and stop you 

(stop you, stop you). 

Look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock 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, too, 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 loc'd out and smoked out with a 

half of fifth of (?). 

Maje$ty: 

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, slacks 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 get 

fouled or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the 

totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview at Wendy's, Dave 

Thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently if I'm fittin' to 

grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes, don't lend, 

niggas lent (?) 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, gossip. 

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 rubber 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, redefine lines entertwined with all mankind. 

Would 

that rain outshine divine Maje$ty shame, the boogie down Bronx is where the 

heart still remain. 

I'm a let a nigga know, you know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat. 

I 

gives a f**k 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 be losin' my mind . . .) 

I must be. 

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 the womb. 

Will he put me i 

n 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 (?). 

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 (?) and off 

he in a trap with sawed-off they took a chance and lost, let's spray AK 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 f**k who you are. 

It ain't nothin' like 

some trouble. 

How close? 

How far (how far, how far)? 

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