Swift C - Seven Years lyrics

Yeah Seven years of this bullsh** SFD gon' put that sh** on the line for yo a** (Seven years of bullsh**) [ VERSE 1: member 1 of SFD ] Ain't this kinda funny how the sh** done changed now? It's been seven years of the same old sh**, had to put my foot down Now I'm lookin through my eyes a little clearer Cause next year, ah, I be the n***a in the mirror Sellin tapes, now people wanna celebrate Get me for a high rate on my contract - gimme my sh** back! I ain't no fool tryin to make no quick moves I can wait, cause I'm already seven years late From that bullsh**, in one ear and out the f**in other Always borrowin my money from my pops and my mother The music seminars, 'Jack The Rapper', 3 years Do nothin but talk sh** and drink beers f**in hoes after other n***as' shows Ain't that kinda tired? Yo, I'm tired of that sh**, I need to quit But I'm gon' hang in this game till this game get my loot on If I gotta kick mo' sh**, let me put my f**in boots on [ Hook: MC Breed ] Seven years, seven years Seven years, seven years Of sweat and tears And what? (Seven years of bullsh**) 2x Yeah, I'm sick and tired Sick and tired of the bullsh** 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 n***as wanna dub it If you wanted to count dub tapes up in my hood n***a, we went gold Without one of em bein sold But I'm tired and I'm sick Sick and tired of that bullsh** Gettin thicker than liqour Drinkin got a n***a 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 f** 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 f**ed I done paid my dues, so what up? [ Hook ] n***a, this ain't the chain gang, muthaf**a Yeah [ VERSE 3: MC Breed ] I've been on the road of my come-up since 1985 And I figured to get bigger, n***a 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 sh** you done did me with Put no rubber on your dick, b**h But I ain't even out to laid I'm learnin to get paid Layin my trademark down on the pave- Ment, and leavin n***as in the back I'm makin hella tracks But ain't no hella scratch What the f**'s goin on, what the f**'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 b**hes humpin me And yo, that kiss is now a clip Cause I'm tired of the bullsh** [ Hook ]