The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>Outlawz, in this<br>No doubt<br>Death Row, Makaveli<br>You can call me daddy, uh<br>I`ll be ya daddy, that`s right, uh<br>Just like daddy<br>Fo` the ladies<br><br>Hahaha<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Come with me every time we ro`<br>Dedicate slow jams on the radio.. oh why<br>Know ya happy, I can feel ya passion<br>Lookin out fo ya just like daddy.. come on<br>Sunshine turns to rain,<br>Baby I can take away ya pain<br>If ya trust me, close ya eyes feel the magic<br>neva leave when ya need me<br>I`ll do ya just like daddy<br><br>[Khadafi]<br>I mer her when she was younger, her daddy died when she was younger<br>Her moms let her do what she please, an` seen no one loved her<br>Her eyes shined of love, a diamond in the rough<br>The kind that you could love; not yet touch, but so much, potential<br>Youngster let me guide ya mental<br>and to a place, with a sourness of pain you`ll never taste<br>By God`s grace, you was born with that face<br>Nothin but pure beauty; so for an eternity, I feel it`s my duty<br>to be a souljah (souljah) yeah, baby got plans to mold ya<br>In the coldest nights is when I hold ya<br>Like I`m supposed to, as we roll closer<br>I`ll take yo` hand gladly, anything you need, ask me<br>Supportin` my baby girl just like daddy<br><br>[Makaveli]<br>To aliviate the stress, spendin time wit you, I feel blessed<br>When you gone, feel ths pain so strong deep in my chest<br>When I got arrested, came so close to goin` to jail<br>throwin blows at the po-pos breakin` ya nails<br>Screamin loud goin` all out, damn I did<br>You stayed locked down at moms house, watchin the kids<br>Through the whole bid in the V-I, I see ya daily<br>While my fake homies try to fuck you, you run and tell me<br>That`s why I stay committed, I thank God everytime I hit it<br>hopin you`ll forgive me for all the times I bullshitted<br>Me and you against the world, we untouchable<br>Screamin like you dyin everytime I`m fuckin you<br>Ya never had a father or a family, but I`ll be there<br>No need to fear so much insanity, and through the years<br>I know ya gave me your heart, plus<br>when I`m dirt broke and fucked up, ya still love me<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Khadafi]<br>Boo, would ya die for me?<br>Down holdin` my pistol, gettin high<br>with mean sounds tougher than bristles<br>but when you cry I`ll be ya tissue<br>Back in the county written letters, how I miss you<br>Givin` you credit, apoligetic how I diss you<br>Kiss you for thinkin` like a mona and on a level<br>And sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dialation<br>For a total twine ya, we right behind ya true<br>Life just me and you, no tellin what we could do<br>Gettin high between the sheets, make the shit right here discrete<br>puttin Nike`s on ya belly while we fuckin on the beach<br>I love it when ya nut up and grab me<br>I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy<br><br>[Young Noble]<br>Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya, lost soul lookin` for shelter<br>On late night accept it, treat ya good, wont disrespect ya<br>My age is young; out of place bitch days is done<br>From a trixy to a missy, you know I raised ya hun<br>Placed her under my wing, showed her how we swing<br>Now she rolling blunts for her king<br>One day labelled thug misses, the essence of my ghetto sisters<br>Hugs and kisses, that`s just for me to be a father figure<br><br>(Chorus repeat to fade)<br>[2Pac over chorus]<br>C`mon<br><br>Throw ya hands up<br>Put ya hands up<br>Throw ya hands up<br>Put ya hands up<br>Throw ya hands up<br>Put ya hands up<br>Put ya hands up<br>Throw ya hands up