Yeah
Seven years of this bullshit
SFD gon` put that shit on the line for yo ass
(Seven years of bullshit)
[ VERSE 1: member 1 of SFD ]
Ain`t this kinda funny how the shit done changed now?
It`s been seven years of the same old shit, had to put my foot down
Now I`m lookin through my eyes a little clearer
Cause next year, ah, I be the nigga in the mirror
Sellin tapes, now people wanna celebrate
Get me for a high rate on my contract - gimme my shit back!
I ain`t no fool tryin to make no quick moves
I can wait, cause I`m already seven years late
From that bullshit, in one ear and out the fuckin other
Always borrowin my money from my pops and my mother
The music seminars, `Jack The Rapper`, 3 years
Do nothin but talk shit and drink beers
Fuckin hoes after other niggas` shows
Ain`t that kinda tired?
Yo, I`m tired of that shit, I need to quit
But I`m gon` hang in this game till this game get my loot on
If I gotta kick mo` shit, let me put my fuckin boots on
[ CHORUS: MC Breed ]
Seven years, seven years
Seven years, seven years
Of sweat and tears
And what?
(Seven years of bullshit) 2x
Yeah, I`m sick and tired
Sick and tired of the bullshit
B.S., I`m sick and tired of the bull 2x
[ VERSE 2: member 2 of SFD ]
I love it, bein in the eyes of the public
Every time I made a tape, my niggas wanna dub it
If you wanted to count dub tapes up in my hood
Nigga, we went gold
Without one of em bein sold
But I`m tired and I`m sick
Sick and tired of that bullshit
Gettin thicker than liqour
Drinkin got a nigga thinkin
What should I do? Whatever I do, I gots to do it quick
Somehow I got to hit myself a lick
Put yourself in my predicament
What would you do?
Quick to get your cheese on
Makin the g`s with ease on
The streets, cause the gees on
The streets say they got love
But where in the fuck is that love at?
Fat sacks, packin gats, black, I would love that
But they ain`t kickin out no lick, so to hell with it
Let me bail with it
And I`m straight before the ace show up
If I`m number 1, then I`m stuck
In this business fucked
I done paid my dues, so what up?
[ CHORUS ]
Nigga, this ain`t the chain gang, muthafucka
Yeah
[ VERSE 3: MC Breed ]
I`ve been on the road of my come-up since 1985
And I figured to get bigger, nigga gots to get live
I`ve strived to collect my dividends
(How you come up?)
A friend knew a friend knew a friend
I got an attitude, ain`t no gratitude
About that shit you done did me with
Put no rubber on your dick, bitch
But I ain`t even out to laid
I`m learnin to get paid
Layin my trademark down on the pave-
ment, and leavin niggas in the back
I`m makin hella tracks
But ain`t no hella scratch
What the fuck`s goin on, what the fuck`s goin on?
When am I get my money on from kickin all these songs?
Yo, I`m fed up, and bout to head up to see the company
I`m pissed, I figured it out, these sons of bitches humpin me
And yo, that kiss is now a clip
Cause I`m tired of the bullshit
[ CHORUS ]
