7 Sins

Verse 1 (abel)

Peep this 5'6'' nigga with more game than starter
Been pimping these hoes since i was shooting dog water
Call me plastic man cause i pack that plastic glock
Slinging my rocks on my block to the sunrise to the sun drop
I'm bout it than done some shit that god couldn't forgive
Ever since i was that coke baby with two weeks to live
Shit my life is complex think i got a voodoo hex
Busters try to wet me, bitches step get shot up like malcolm x
You fucking motherfuckers got his pocket full of boulders
You sick of being sober hit me on my motorola
Drink cavassi a straight out the bottle counting g's
Why you counting on the lotto
Fuck ya'll is my motto
Hit the streets make my ends rocks hidden in my m & m's
Bitch this ain't whodini, ain't no motherfucking friends
Niggas average while caine be deadly like miscarriage
And if it come to it i'm gone put one in your cabbage
I'd rather steal to get paid like shaquille o'neal
Soon as i drop my draws all of ya'll old ladies gone kneel
Getting deep getting funky like some rock star coochie
I'm jigging player haters just like pace makers for my loochie
Partner my name is kane got more game than the dope game
Know less than 16 for every bird that i slang

(chorus)

My mama wish she had a fucking abortion
Cause i done so much shit so much gangsta shit
>from every crime from drugs to extortion
I know my mama wish she had a fucking abortion

Verse 2 (kane)

I roll with no limit cut throats trying to stack c-notes
Wearing green and white nauticas and mecca polos
It all started my cousin got 'em got some heroin from puerto rico
We call it ?? and snorted by alot of people
Going to the place where danger awaits me
I never knew my moms but if i did she probably hate me
>from small time hustling to sticking up dope spots
My grandma found a 100 grand stashed in a shoebox
She kicked me out sent me down south where they be balling
Got a 100 got 200 on a trip to new orleans
They used to love that weed like its they only child
Now they got the naza cocaine it got 'em wild
This child was born a twin seven minutes from my brother
No visions of my dad wouldn't recognize my mother
And now i'm so obsessed with this money i be earning
I'm sicker than the fucking germans
All i see is green like erick sermon

(chorus)

[chorus]
Mo b. dick

We gangstafied (yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We gangstafied (this is for the real tru gangstas)
We gangstafied (yes you know indeed)
We gangstafied

[kane]
Wasn't never no mama i wanna sing
It was mamma i wanna slang
So i can show off my gold chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture i relax, relate, release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist
(*smack*) that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
(scandalous) like robin givens
(and dangersous) dead that's how we living
Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot
Down south hustlers got on lock, with that j-l-o-c on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the pen
P-h at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
Playa

[chorus]


[master p]

Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind i'm hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like pac,
Cause i done got the world hooked on ice cream i mean these gangsta rocks
I'm slanging these tapes we banging
Steady hanging on the block
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. ice cream man or call me mr. rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied

[chorus]

[abel]

It wasn't never no mama i wanna sing
Down here it's mama i wanna gang bang
Wearing that red and blue start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (clack clack)
Pull the hammer back (that the last)
Live fast and watch them die slow
You know i really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers
Falling asleep behind the whell in the range rover
Can't remember the last time i was sober
(whoop whoop) that's the po pos
Gotta watch those,
The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve
Took my money and my herb
Every player that on my team got a laser beam
Knock your head off, steal your dream
Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me
While you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
Cause no limit soldiers survive gangstafied

[mo b. dick]
Soooooo, sooooo, soooo, gangstafied

[chorus x3]

Verse 1 (skandalous)

Motherfuckers they wanna test me
Pull out the blunt nigga i'll wreck your shit
I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit
Don't know who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, skandalous fucking dangerous
Bitches brains i bust, feel the lust in god we trust
Nigga i'm at your door, don't pray to god cause you done lost your grace
Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face
I got the mind of a psycho ass ??
As i take another hit on this shit nigga you dead
Never ask forgiveness told the lord to give me grace
You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face
Blood all over the place i'm counting the fucking bodies dropping
I know my destiny cause i can hear the devil knocking
I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe
I numb them bodies and play my fucking game
I sold my soul at an early age
And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage
My eyes in a daze
Evertime i close my eyes to go to sleep i see the visions coming
Is juices running when ya done in
Fear only make me curious, i'll never be afraid
But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga they
Dead
Crack scarfs for my fucking glory
Talking shit up in my territory
Another day another world's sad story

Verse 2 (steph)

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block
Pop pop goes the glock i bring more nightmare than hitchcock
Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard
Its your final call bitch i'll smoke you like menthol
Fuck all you bitches i'm putting you in them bodybags
Tagging toes, nigga drive slow
Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese
Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues
Freeze your whole coalition
Strapped with ammunition
Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads
This figure from head to toe
Labeled as a jane doe, leaving bullets in your lexus door
But fuck it i'm through with the fairytales
Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail
Who gone prevail when i exhale on you small scale
Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers
Spit the facts i'm bout the lex and the ac
My verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat
You hoes ain't fucking with that
Or this, cause i piss on competition
And have all you hoes in submission
Trying to recondition your stilo
Lyrical nino
I sling rhymes like kilos
>from here to puerto rico
One other sequel from the infamous unseen
Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine

Verse 3 (mia x)

Cause she up to schemes
Tired of chasing apple pie dreams
Mint greens is all i fien for straight shit is all this bitch know
50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than april showers
Followe by your second line of flowers
I devour competition, causing complete submissions
Cooks more dope in my kitchen
Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls
Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed
Boss chick you don't want to see her
Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters
Mia's right and left well known with the clout
To wire your mouth, knock your grill out
That's what this here be bout
So you can doubt what i'm saying and run that lip
Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit
Too much to deal with
I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man
And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands
My flow so grand it make the beats say damn
Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler
But i sees nothing but dollars
Feminist power
My lyrics knocking like a kl beat
It be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her
Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5'4
How they still need a ladder to face this hoe
For sure, cause i be living for the drama
The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion
Shop closed

(master p talking)
-haha mr mr rogers of the neighborhood
-should i say that nigga that's uuuuggghhhh bout it bout it
-i'm rowdy rowdy i'm rowdy nigga
-the mothafucking ice cream man in this bitch
-master p in here with my girl mia x
-we bout to lay down some shit once again for ya'll motherfuckers
-we bout to lay down some rules
-and we got these 2 little niggas that don't give a fuck about none of ya
-ready to blast on ya bitches
-with this gangsta shit
-watch your back nigga, my little niggas kane & abel
-some of ya'll know them as double vision
-but ya better realize once again its on
-tru niggas in this bitch, we ain't taking no shit for the 9 scrilla
-its all about smoking blunts, blowing on that swishy sweet
-notice i said swishy sweet nigga
-when i do these fucking 187's, murder
-down south in the mothafucking swamp, we down there hustling bitch
-rolling on triple gold
-but niggas don't give a fuck about none of ya niggas
-that ain't real, that ain't true to the motherfucking gizzame
-but ya niggas that's bout it bout it and all ya real niggas out there
-ya'll gone feel this shit cause it don't get no realer than this
-once again its on nigga

(kane & abel)

Introducing the mafioso of new orleans kane & abel balling
My gangsta shit sell like air jordan
Ain't that a bitch, straight out the parrish whipping ass like tyson
Gun fighting slanging ice and fucking hoes like peabo bryson
Latinos counting cinos i murder al pacino
What these bitches boosting up shut them down like casinos
Getting murderous like the menendez brothers
Dumb mothafuckas banging these hoes without no rubbers
And busters hate me like some bump weed
Cause babies dropping out they old ladies looking like me
Sporting tommy's and polos weed blows out my nose
Never sweating in my good clothes behind these fucking hoes
Who run this master p, klc slanging birds
So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves
Born a crack baby grew up to be a g
Whip that ass like i had a badge from nopd
Like a second line gangsta niggas with 9's follow me
Mc approaches i bury those cockroaches
Buck buck i got you fucked up like angel dust
In gacks we trust cause niggas bleed just like us

(chorus)

Its time to get the gack again
Cause pussy ass niggas getting jealous again, again
Its time to get strapped again
Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again

(mia x)

I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical rhymes at all you playa haters
Fade ya made ya bow down to this slayer
Lady alligator still wetting up your earhole
With harmonizing gun blows still stomping out the no
Hoes talk that shit but clear the way
Because they know i'm getting richer and bagging chips so call me ms fri-o-lay
Mia x gots to flex and leave them hanging diamond rocks
?? be banging my name is reighning
I'm slanging this with no limit
So you can talk that shit you raunchy bitch but just remember
Who finish, me running with these look alike niggas
The bad girl behind the trigger getting wreck its the 9 sister

(kane)

Rolling 4 deep strapped in the black montero
Shorting bright like alfonso ribiero but bitch i'm ghetto
Give me no heroin baby roll blunt after blunt
Fuck around and roll a thousand swishes in one month
You buster ass niggas i ain't scared of death
Had a dream i got stressed and blew up your whole project
Ask mia x got bookoo checks
I'm like them got to get them papers like them crackers in them skyscrapers
Hitting switches avoiding bitches and them playa haters
And its time to get strapped again
Kane & abel got the gack and we back again

(chorus)

(abel)
Take away them chains and pain
What remains ?? the king keep a 9 in his grave
I seen so many soldiers i swore it was beirut
Them gang signs salute, clack clack they shoot
The south coast you bleed if you wanna succeed
And i can have your fucking head in my lap for 10 g's
And you can ask the governor's name its nigga please
And even out in cali sam sneed recognize me
Take it to the streets cause that's where i'm from
And niggas with gold teeth no i ain't the one
Niggas give me what you got i ain't got a fucking thing
And back in 91 i jack bitches for medallion earrings
So crappy headed nappy headed hoes get back
Cause its a 10 to 1 chance that you might get smacked
Bitch