Ice T - The 7th Lyrics
(Ant Banks)This is Ant Banks, and it's hella mother*****in' deadly sinsBut don't ever ***** with the seventh *****(Intro: Ras Kass)Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you're messin' with the worstOne, come on, come on, one(Chorus: Marc Live)Yo, yo, yo mother*****ers can't ***** with this, realnessSeventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steadyRun son the hour has come, touch yaRemember this, real niggas don't rhymewe walk up and buck yaStuck ya in the head, rush yaTrife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight youYour life's through, *****in' 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 itTime to splash ***** niggas, gun fights, paramedicsCall my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash lightYoun claim you want beef, it's too tough, called your bluffShot you at such close range, blew out your eardrumCaught you with my mack, blast your cage our your backYo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my ninja'sCasualty after casualty all up in yaYa not a street vet yet *****, just a beginnerMy niggas eat punk like your crew for dinnerRock ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-doubleHit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest bubbleStep up, feel the Teflon, black talentRip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your balanceYou 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 blastoutThe wrong move, show improve you assed outVenom it, warn the niggas, treacherousSqueeze automatic, quick to bust ***** with usYo the worst niggas, work the ***** to double figuresIn new sixes, hennessey with dark mixesThe richest, ***** around, you won't fix itToke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit***** a cop, why not, we last niggas on your blockLast standin', coked up, we *****ed upTwenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex CoupeI'll leave a nigga with cement bootsNow we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll start shootin'in ya double lefts and tell the rest an'Marc Li-ive, ***** the pad, bust his assand slide my *****in' heat in the stash(Chorus: Marc Live)Yo, yo, yo mother*****ers can't ***** with this, realnessSeventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steadyRun son the hour has come, touch yaRemember this, real niggas don't rhymewe walk up and buck yaStuck ya in the head, rush yaTrife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight youYour life's through, *****in' with the wrong click - kapow!!From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out(Ras Kass)She musta kicked off like special teamsI walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin' like GrenedineMurder scene, three to the head, three to the slineWe tied that mother*****in' number like KareemIt seems that I used to wonder why niggas don't give a *****within 2G - niggas is just buckFrom hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompersThe mirror has two faces in this room is not properSo we religiously pray for peace and pack oneI walk softly, carry a big dickthese family jewels is my most important richesbut I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my *****And nigga this me, I only see green like a MarineSupport Calvin Klein jeans, fed a ***** from the Phillipineswith a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!)Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time undercover***** you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same brotherThe blade runner, my games' tightI could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night(Castrophe)And that's the seventh deadly sin as the terror beginsMe and my friends came to rob ya for your props and your endsTuck 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 stopLast night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a copI write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detailI put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full retailIt's thirty g's for the title and the ki'sThrow in the extra three and take the tyres and the D'sNigga please, this is lik-wit and I'm the AlkiAt three months from now you're gonna read all about meOne cause I smoke 'em, two cause I'm wealthyThree because I rapped on my nigga Ice's LPIt's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crewWest Coast is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?(Chorus: Marc Live)Yo, yo, yo mother*****ers can't ***** with this, realnessSeventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steadyRun son the hour has come, touch yaRemember this, real niggas don't rhymewe walk up and buck yaStuck ya in the head, rush yaTrife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight youYour life's through, *****in' with the wrong click - kapow!!From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out(Outro: Marc Live)Yeah, seventh deadly sin *****Ice-T, Marc Li-ive, Ras Kass, Castrophe
