번역: 7분의 24. 천국과 지옥.
So many youngsters die over punk shit Small talk, a lotta dumb shit And only God knows when you punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell
pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing and knowing is my business and I divide to multiply And give thanks to most high, 24/7 brothers got
One finds you, May this song remind you That they don't serve breakfast in hell. When the toast is burned, And all the milk has turned, And Captain
even dried a tear For it's God who created heaven and earth And flung the stars in space And breathed in the handful of dirt and it became a man It
heaven So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend Stay open like 7/11 as 24/7, when you need some hot shit Stop by and get you a
iced, and your waist Gucci fitted And I know your friends jealous, when we flossing the scene Cause you be Prada head to toe, while I'm starched and clean
kept my head up and my nuts let 'em hang, cause I'm a grown man I kept it real in the streets 24/7, 365 blood sweat and tears and still steppin A soldier
with Whether im straight out of Compton Or straight out of Cashville on that Young Buck shit Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7 'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven
, tell me how ya feel I call my motherfuckin' swangers on the slab, money on my mind 24/7 I'm out here on the grind Wanna jack that way to heaven, got
cards on the table, it's a Royal Flush In God i trust, and it's a must i bust The angel dust and the strick 9 A big bag of shrooms and the Boones wine
aint real Where I live, crackhead heaven 24-7 No hope for the city of dope It aint no heaven, god dont like my hood 'cause my hood is hell and it aint
soul Hey, and we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray Still
us down Remember them days When southwest Atlanta wasn't even 'round So out the reds to wet it And say they actin' brains, relaxin' And steady stackin' and pistol packin' And
wheel 24-7 Truck Stop Plaza Turn off headlights turn on hazards 3 A.M. is when I gazed Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade To black now were back '
funky like dog shit And dont step to me raw 'cause I aint havin it And if I see a microphone I'm grabbin it And like a knife to your mind I'm stabbin
and empty the 4-5 into his body, I'm not to be fucked with, whether I'm straight out of compton or straight outta cashville on that young buck shit, terrorizing whookid 24/7
