Letras 24/7 - Peezy, 7 Mile Clee

24/7

Pistol on my side twenty-four seven\nI be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven\nTwenty-four seven\nRunnin' through these streets twenty-four seven\nTwenty-four seven\nYeah\nI be on the grind twenty-four seven (All day)\nOn the run for a case, I pray they don’t catch me\nMy dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (Go ahead)\nAnd if a nigga think he slick then we gon' dome check him\nState troopers in the hood got me in the 'burbs (Shit hot)\nSomebody got killed but won’t nobody say a word\nDetectives goin' door to door, say they need some answers (Uh-huh)\nBut the 6 Mile shit more serious than cancer (Real shit)\nBlow a band in the club on my favorite dancer\nAnd VIP with all black on like the Panthers\nAnd VIP with that strap on like a bouncer (Uh-huh)\nFlood my hood with that pack, niggas reign the ounces (Come get it)\nThree diamond chains on for no apparent reason (Ghetto Boyz)\nFresh as shit at the crib and I ain’t even leave it\nHeard these niggas takin' big, but they ain’t even eatin'\nJust know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, nigga\nAyy\nI be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day)\nMoney on my mind twenty-four seven (All day)\nPistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now)\nRide low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top)\nI be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Gettin' it)\nDuckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em)\nRunnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Runnin')\nI done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven\nOne of the coldest on the East,\nthrow a P\nFuck what you heard, bitch, we good on any street\nTwenty-four seven, work three sixty-five\nFourty-five for the cookie, moon rock, sixty-five\nI ain’t never, ever lie, it’s a strap by my side\nFifty pints in the four, with a tee on the door\nOnly talk it 'cause I live it, y’all niggas bullshittin'\nFeds all through this bitch, somebody been snitchin'\nSo I dip low, Hi-Tec, no Hipno\nLil' bro let that SIG go just to let you lames know\nDon’t sneak diss my name, ho, 'cause I hit your main ho\nWe switch lanes in Range Roves, you know how that can go\nIn and out like a drive-through, hit your block when I drive through\nAir it out then I come back, fuck nigga, you don’t get shit back\nSo miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap\nMiss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap\nAyy\nI be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day)\nMoney on my mind twenty-four seven (All day)\nPistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now)\nRide low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top)\nI be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Let's get it)\nDuckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em)\nRunnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Yeah)\nI done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven (Let's get it)\nI be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda)\nPistol on my side twenty-four seven\nI be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven\nTwenty-four seven\nRunnin' through these streets twenty-four seven\nTwenty-four seven