Triple 7

Lyrics

[Chorus] Check, it's triple 7 The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends This is more than bars and aggression It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord It's triple 7 The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends This is more than bars and aggression It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord [Verse 1] Geah, let me start it right I'm starvin' like a pack of Hyenas, I'll kill you quick as a Harlem night Eddie Murphy, Quick, get it? Harlem Nights Red Foxx, head shot, nigga, shit I'm retarded, right?! Slightly maybe, I might be crazy No jewelry, but I drop gems, shit, I'm icy, baby It's Payne, kill ya track if you politely pay me That's what excite me, I'm sick, shit, it might be rabies I'm sayin', foamin' at the mouth, you know what that's about East coast to the core, but my home is in the south Punchlines, I go in a nigga mouth And got a molar, I put rappers in comas, they in and out My shit is rapid fire, kill a hater, smack a liar Cats admire how I murder these beats, but that's acquired Uh, my gat black on black, black attire Couple bullets make you fade to black, I'll flat ya tire, PAYNE!!! [Chorus] It's triple 7 The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends This is more than bars and aggression It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord It's triple 7 The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends This is more than bars and aggression It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord [Verse 2] Geah, it ain't even fair The sign reads, don't feed the bear Payne fall off, shit, the chance is even shorter than a Zebra hair Light up the room when I heat a flare The boy tight, shit, I got more stripes than every Adida' pair I'm quite comfy, shit, I need a chair Let me be sincere, ain't no rappers out that we should even fear Niggas lucky they even breathin' air Now listen, legendary spit, (?) shit They ask me how I get so nice, that's hereditary shit Uh, my flow colder than when February hit I ain't violent, but I'll fuck you up on some necessary shit Burner clap, (?), bullet burn ya back I'm killin' these niggas softy, murder, Roberta Flack You motherfuckers keep mumblin', learn to rap But you all be burnin' up when I turn up the thermostat, PAYNE!!! [Chorus] It's triple 7 The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends This is more than bars and aggression It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord It's triple 7 The return of the Gods, nigga, we legends This is more than bars and aggression It's Payne, Doo Wop and PA Dre, we are the blessin', Lord