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    [Chorus]
    Too much for money
    Too much for cars
    Too much for hoes
    Too much for clothes
    Too much for bar
    Too much for clubs
    Too much for thugs
    Too much for drugs
    Too much for much
    Too much for love
    Too much for haters
    Too much for players
    Too much for gators
    Too much for paper
    Too much for favors
    Too much for saws
    Too much for laws
    Too much for raws
    Too much for brawls
    Too much for y'all

    [Verse 1: Kwajo]
    Breakdown niggas, run through niggas
    Stay comin' through with my 7 Bills niggas
    Make mad figures, my thugs pull triggers
    Leave 'em with the cash and the stash, quick niggas
    All day everyday
    We do or die, serious
    Pass up in the cut, these haters keep get in touch
    Zig-Zag to Dutch, livin' it up
    G.C., 7 Bills what?
    Sharpen the cut

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2: Dolo]
    My nigga pump all night
    Do the goonin' all night
    Bag a trick that blow dick
    And twist that bitch all night
    Got my ring, chain-swings
    We got the drop word-life
    Hamela, Hannibal cop
    Put that in your pipe
    The tough diaras mazara rap don't concern me
    We cut your Beef Jerkey, Cold Turkey
    Presedential, Oyster Iceberg jersey
    Whatchu got ain't worthy
    Four 50's, need a shift
    Swallow your derby nigga
    We...

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    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Kwajo]
    Yo the 7 Too Much were just too dangerous
    We Off-The-Hook, we balterbus, all murderous
    Outta the blue, get swept like Typhoon
    Top 'coons, killin' these fools with brand new tunes
    Ladies shake the middle (What?)
    Fellas throw your guns up
    Strictly thumbs up, when we come you get duffed up
    Cuffed up, roughed up, 7 Bills, nigga what?
    9-9, tucci, we erupt, just too much

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    [Verse 4: Dolo]
    To all my Porto Rocks and Ice Cubans who lick shots
    My Dominicans, makin' them ends and don't stop
    To my stone-cold niggas who controllin' the blocks
    And all my stone-cold bitches never blowin' up spots
    I put it down for y'all
    Let off a rhyme for y'all
    Knowin', too much for much, but I'ma pound for y'all
    Never see me at the Bar, got that Crown Royal
    How that sound?
    Mow y'all, everybody get ball, c'mon

    [Chorus]

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