7th Deadly Sin

The seventh baby...

[chorus:]
I represent from la
All the way to (ny ny)
And when i get down
I get down here in la
All the way to (ny ny)
And when i parley
I parley here in la
All the way to (ny ny)

Touched the iceberg baby
I'll send you under like the titanic
Gun fight romantic
Gigantic on the pages
Of the hustler trade
World reknown for my realness
Only the real will feel this
Stainless steel is
The straps that i'm copulating
Touch'em a lady (?)
Blow your hand off
African stand-off
The general
Ice the hardest mineral
Feel me, a gem correct
One thing that i got you'll never get's respect
I stick the pits on ya
I represent california
Home of the shooters
The looters
The drug movers
Girl barracuda
Set you up for the kill
Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill
I shine so bright i blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like noah of every type
Bitches i kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing
While half you busters in this damn game are still teething
Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it
You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it
I mean it, every word a brother say
Everyday a brother play, kid
I politic and parley
The fact is i practice
Camoflauge to this
R & b androgynous
Get the most play
So i get fly
Do a movie - quadruple my cash
You just went double platinum
Let's see if you last
Every word that i say is documented and repeated
The truth is, i dropped the raw game, boy believe it
I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal
Bounced to the bentley from the prime-it-up regal
Like biggie says, it's unbelieveable
My street pull
You even play like step in my way
You'll meet my people

[chorus]

I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next?
While most of y'all busters on your first rolex
Been deep in the life kid, since 76
Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks
Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault
The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented
Moves done illegally, carried out strategically
Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt
You lose it's frightening
Hit with 10 indictments
Kiss your baby and your wife
You're riding kites for life
Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do
I'll move at least a half a mill of this before i'm through
That ain't the most, but i've done this longer than you
Plus it ain't my only gig, i'm still connected
With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket
Wicked
My stature when you're in my rapture
Meet me on the street? i'm the nicest brother you meet
Confusing sometimes, the way i bust a rough rhyme
You might think i'm lying, cool i like that
I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back
In your stomach, then i'll smile again
Don't want to be your enemy, i'd rather be your friend
Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize?
Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies
Look in my eyes, touch my soul, i ain't like you
The evil i've done, i've got lots of retribution to do
That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast
So i look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by god to rock this mic hard, so i do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love new york night, bright lights and action
I love bailin with my bronx niggas, party crashin
I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw
You might see me in new orleans at mardi gras
Or miami at the lex, in the oaktown live
Or in chi-town at the players ball, true p.i.
Pimp or die, ice baby, it's a well known fact
That true players play the whole map.

And we play all the way to (ny ny)

[chorus]

[threat]
What they screamin' when they shout?
Who they fiendin' fo' - zoo rock the house fo' sure
We boom you need some elbow room, that's right
Cause i be chokin' the mic, place me under arrest
I'm on the hit list baby cause i'm one of the best
We on a quest all across the coast to get fresh, yeah, yeah
Nigga fly like the air, been up in the game and you can keep the change
Tried to smash all the beef, turn the leaf over
Cheap rock-rolla, can't be seen, bring your football team
Bump your queen plus we want the chips
Spank the white man on his ass with the whip
The world is fillin' us, killin' us softly, adolf khadafi
Still real gangsters don't tell what they do, they just do what they got to

[cj mac]
I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me
Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me
Hehe, my ass motherfucker try an' test
Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and ass bets
Hit it like deniro and pacino gettin' head like i'm little nickie
Play the "casino", greedy bitches gettin' blown like sharon gettin' stoned
But this ain't no fuckin' movie, ain't nobody yellin' "cut" and gettin' up
Fuck the bullshit, i pull quick and unload
Leave a nigga ass - bumpy like a toad
And stay trippin', accused of crippin'
And ain't the nine shit that stay flyin' by in six-hundred giant shit
Ooh wee, look at me, keep it rollin' and i remember
Back when my draws were stolen, but valued to keep it ballin'
Fuck you and a nigga tryin' to speak
Realsome player shit ain't too played out to get deep - motherfucker!!

[intro: wc]
Dub-c from the westside connect gang
Dub-c from the westside connect gang
Dub-c from the westside connect gang

[ice-t]
Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at
Niggas crazy and shit (word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)

[ice-t]
Step back it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma

[chorus: ice-t]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!

[ice-t]
It's the national pass time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the full clips
Niggas lookin' hard in the club - now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! pull your weapon if you got it
I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
Tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid

[chorus: ice-t]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!

[el sadiq]
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And i'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while i'm takin' my life serious
You talkin' and playin', your whole antenna's mystevious
Claimin' that you got juice with an ultimate ??
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
Fuck ya name!!! stompin' the rut got yourself to blame
I represent castor - bring it to you live
But cool and civilized, despise a nigga's livin' lies
No alibi's i see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run? plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin', make ya crew drop
My nigga ice, twice as nice
El sadiq free shit but platinum mics

[chorus: ice-t]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!

[powerlord jel]
You wanna get live? start scaubblin' with the bald-heads
Callin' them family, told 'em nothin' but the feds
That's the blue and red who be dead
When the sunrise come six in the mornin'?
I'm maxin' like a wiseguy
Know the john gotti but i'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to t, go through jel first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check 'em tag-times like they do with a pencil
No more solitary cause we mashin' in a benzo
Next who gettin' hitters talkin' shit cause we bit 'em
Seven deadly sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but i'ma bomb steady
If i was out of slugs, look out for machette
From ear to ear homes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin'
Not me motherfucker lifestyles i've been devin'

[chorus: ice-t]
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - fuck it!!

[outro: ice-t]
Yeah, ice-t nigga, el sadiq nigga
Jel - rhyme poetic mafia nigga
You niggas really don't wanna get down
Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig fuck it!!!
Seventh...

[intro: kam]
Aiyyo this is kam representin' watts in compton

[buckshot shorty]
Anything can happen
Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, shit
[buckshot, ice-t]
Buckshot, he be the emcee
What, watch your step

[buckshot shorty]
Can i hear it for buckshot? (buckshot)
Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until i saw the truth
And one day i see you standin' at a token booth
It was on a hot wet night, i think it was a saturday
Right after that party that he lead out down the way
Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!)
D.t.'s rushed the party in 2k
Buck - the beef be - fled the scene right before the cops
And the swats came with the triple beam
Uh, shit is real you know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal [undecipherable]

[ice-t]
If you niggas don't know you should know by now
Ice got more game than the law allows
Straight up - the biggest baller in the industry
Went straight from pimpin' hoes on the nbc
Do you feel me? i dealed it, ace off the bottom
Hoe's got 'em, i'm the one you just can't fade
Rolex in the tenth grade, hair was laid
Everything i wore to school baby was tailor made
Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees
I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these
Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's
Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze

[buckshot shorty]
Trees make my eyes bleed i come from an ill breed
Thoroughbred born from a strong seed
Led by a bunch of individuals (ali)
Uh, criminals to generals - this is like wow!
Look at how my brain ay blew you out the frames
Twist of fate cause you say the same shit now
The local mobb grill and let y'all niggas know i'm dead
I'm serious, somebody can get killed
Wait for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke
Run nigga buck ain't no joke i'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat
Chop the throat like a blow from judo, nigga you know

[ice-t]
Is it new year god? i'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New jacks wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers i can make a land field fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the ice is a jewel
Fuck rules , i got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, never comprehend the styles i sin
I've been breakin', annihilate fakes and tens
See i'm a nigga from the west side cheered i peel libs
What prayin' that you do hill when i all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch
But i hit it with the gin so my nuts don't itch
(whta, what, what?)

[buckshot shorty]
Buck's got ya locked, body drawn like pit bulls
We don't give a fuck if we have to pull, click, shit
Brooklyn niggas is known to rep-resent
Any nigga happened that's why i left
Niggas get strep-throats, throats get strepped
Get your shit taken then your shit is kept
Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke
Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'adams ap'
It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit
Ain't shit like egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', i'm grippin' the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money?
Years ago, a friend of me ask me to start up a company
Duck down's the name, rap music is the aim
Lyrically i bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain
Some said that buck went bust
But when i came out, i left 'em all in the dust
Look at your sound scam, original brown man
Makin' million everytime i drop a jam

[ice-t]
Nigga duck, dj drop the cut, huh
250 niggas throw they sets up
L.a. style, nigga what? (west side!!)
If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut
Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot
Proceedin' to leave a nigga bleedin'
They love to fuck up in a frenzy, let fuckin' sharks feed me
Bitches start screamin' and stampedin'
Thank god it's evening, i didn't leave the burner in the b.m.
Where my nigga buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the eye of the storm where the ill perform, perform, perform...

It starts like this
Gats hit harder than fists
Just cock and lick it
The aftermath's wicked
Brass gets evicted
Another crew shot
Can't put your strap back in your waist
Cause your barrel's too hot
You did it kid
The more dead
The more weight on your head
Plus you ganked a suitcase
Full of black tar h
Baby boy, twenty keys
Dead colombian gs
Now you're ballin full speed
One slip you bleed
You had your nigga with you
Hard rock street gorilla hitter
He took a hot one in the shoulder
Now he's bendin over
Mad illegal
Nigga flipped harder than buggsy segal
He wet the room up with the rocket launchin
Desert eagle
Blood oozin through his black dickies
Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy
The car seat's fuckin getting sticky
He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked
You thought they hit him once
He must of got double clapped
Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin
Soldier no doubt
He looked you dead in the eye
Said "get that money" checked out
Ballin bent him back in the black
S t s but where he's going no stress
Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head
Fly hoes and condos
Once you flip the kilos
The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya
More profit for your greedy ass
No one to split the grip wit ya

[chorus:]
Common sense will keep you safer than vests
Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots
La streets will make your guts leak
Player no doubt
Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs

You flipped your chip
Motorola, called your hooker
Said you had a little foul up
Told the ho to wet some towels up
She didn't even talk
Clicked the phone off
Might a new some weak niggas
But this bitch aint soft
Make your next call
Straight to your chicano connect
Said they would flip the boy for girl
Up the weight, give you peruvian flake
You had to dump the body,
Burned it beyond recognition
Back back in commission
Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off
Squeezed off
Two in her head
Now the fuckin bitch is dead
You're all alone just how you liked it
Straight laced hustler from hell
Street life you spiked it
It's time to hook up with the mexicanos
Layin in the dooly parking lot of a mcdonalds
Hit the corner they was there
You're prepared
Circled the block, screwed your silencer on
Rock the esse they had
Kickin back to get ya
Crept on the dropped truck
Double crossin ducks got bucked
Check the back of the cab
Suckas had the fuckin math
Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (yes!)
Now your weighin thirty full keys
Of girl and the pony
Jumped for your lack
Hit the yack threw your head back
The big time is what you wanted
And now you got it
The devil put the strap in your palm
And you shot it

[chorus]

It's going down now
On forever
Square life is never
Buck wildin is your life stylin
Mashed out
Hit a motel room
Crashed out
Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though
Bad bitch phat backs green contacts
Real hair, kept her feet all night in the air
Kind of square
Said she only worked the streets a week
Said her boyfriend kicked her out
And she needed to eat
She cuddled to you like a baby
Keep the girl mabey
The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy
She kissed you on your chest and legs
Asked you to fuck her in the ass
Then she started to beg
It kind of got you open, no doubt
When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth
Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door
Hand on your strap, some beautiful whore
You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move
Big game take little game, show and prove
Baby jumped up, went for the strap
Dumped off
Three shots in your face
Grabbed the sutcase
Don't forget, grab the blow then jet
Before that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of moet
Street life sabatoge
Niggas wanna live large
Demon ho out for cheddar
Capped you with your own berreta

[chorus]

[erick sermon]
Yo whassup, this the e-double,
Green-eyed-bandit youknowhati'msayin'?
Epmd, seven deadly sins

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah)
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (ice-t baby)
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

[chorus: ice-t]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]

[ice-t]
Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked
Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this
Squeezin' off until i fuckin' sprain my wrist
Slap the clip into armageddon and start wettin'
Grit my teeth, bring it like the persian gulf
Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you
Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny
More guns and more money, think about it
You're dead i'm livin
You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what?
West side's up - l.a., nigga bounce all day
Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp
Nigga from the central and i'm gonna stay rich
Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this
Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the d.a.'s, the ballers

[chorus: ice-t]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]

[ice-t]
To all my niggas on the east and west that rock vests
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman

[ice-t]
Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix
While whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks
Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street
Late night, auto, maga-static
Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc
Your cash, your block, i gotta have it
Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish
My traps well lured, i go hardboard
It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds
Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew [shots] in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down g, my whole crew surrounds me
We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy
L.a. - niggas know my flow
They see me on the shore, when i'm rippin' my rows

[chorus: ice-t]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust off until your barrels glow [gunshot]

[ice-t]
To all my niggas on the east and west that rock vests
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman...