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| | | Artist: | T Ice |
| | Album: | The Seventh Deadly Sin | | Track: | The 7th | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 179 | | | | Lyrics: | (Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherfuckin' deadly sins
But don't ever
fuck with the seventh bitch
(Intro: Ras Kass)
Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first
things first man you're messin' with the worst
One, come on, come on,
one
(Chorus: Marc Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, touch
ya
Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the
head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin'
with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back
out
(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, let's set it
Time to splash
bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash
light
Youn claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at such close
range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your back
Yo,
the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's
Casualty after casualty all up in ya
Ya
not a street vet yet bitch, just a beginner
My niggas eat punk like your crew for
dinner
Rock ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya then lower my gun and
watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, black talent
Rip through your vest, hit
your chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya want it?
My
skill got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???
(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my whole
click we blastout
The wrong move, show improve you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
treacherous
Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the
bitch to double figures
In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes
The richest, fuck around,
you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last
niggas on your block
Last standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in
the trunk - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a nigga with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me
down, yo I'll start shootin'
in ya double lefts and tell the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, fuck
the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the stash
(Chorus: Marc
Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise
the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas
don't rhyme
we walk up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife
you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click -
kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out
(Ras Kass)
She
musta kicked off like special teams
I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like
Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, three to the sline
We tied that motherfuckin'
number like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a fuck
within 2G -
niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers
The mirror
has two faces in this room is not proper
So we religiously pray for peace and pack one
I
walk softly, carry a big dick
these family jewels is my most important riches
but I still
want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch
And nigga this me, I only see green like a
Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines
with a immoral nose
ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time undercover
Fuck
you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
tight
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night
(Castrophe)
And
that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your
props and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever's costin'
The rings plus the
watch, plus thst chain from the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and shit stop
Last night
my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the
detail
I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full retail
It's thirty g's for the
title and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and take the tyres and the D's
Nigga please,
this is lik-wit and I'm the Alki
At three months from now you're gonna read all about
me
One cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my nigga Ice's
LP
It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the house nigga, what you
wanna do?
(Chorus: Marc Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
realness
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, touch
ya
Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the
head, rush ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin'
with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back
out
(Outro: Marc Live)
Yeah, seventh deadly sin bitch
Ice-T, Marc Li-ive,
Ras Kass, Castrophe
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