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letra de the 7th - ice-t

(ant banks)
this is ant banks, and it’s h-lla motherf-ckin’ deadly sins
but don’t ever f-ck with the seventh b-tch
(intro: ras k-ss)
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 motherf-ckers can’t f-ck with this, realness
seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
run son the hour has come, touch ya
remember this, real n-gg-s don’t rhyme
we walk up and buck ya
stuck ya in the head, rush ya
trife n-gg-s knife you, seven venoms fight you
your life’s through, f-ckin’ with the wrong click – kapow!!
from the crackhouse, n-gg-s quick to blow your back out
(marc live)
enough talk, n-gg-s talk too much, let’s set it
time to splash b-tch n-gg-s, 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 n-gg- stepped up and got bucked by my ninja’s
casualty after casualty all up in ya
ya not a street vet yet b-tch, just a beginner
my n-gg-s 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 -ssed out
venom it, warn the n-gg-s, treacherous
squeeze automatic, quick to bust f-ck with us
yo the worst n-gg-s, work the b-tch to double figures
in new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes
the richest, f-ck around, you won’t fix it
toke, heavy metal, settle sh-t, rebel sh-t
f-ck a cop, why not, we last n-gg-s on your block
last standin’, c-ked up, we f-cked up
twenty g’s, rope ’em up, you in the trunk – lex coupe
i’ll leave a n-gg- 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, f-ck the pad, bust his -ss
and slide my f-ckin’ heat in the stash
(chorus: marc live)
yo, yo, yo motherf-ckers can’t f-ck with this, realness
seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
run son the hour has come, touch ya
remember this, real n-gg-s don’t rhyme
we walk up and buck ya
stuck ya in the head, rush ya
trife n-gg-s knife you, seven venoms fight you
your life’s through, f-ckin’ with the wrong click – kapow!!
from the crackhouse, n-gg-s quick to blow your back out
(ras k-ss)
she musta kicked off like special teams
i walk rare from a muchy bled n-gg- all lookin’ like grenedine
murder scene, three to the head, three to the sline
we tied that motherf-ckin’ number like kareem
it seems that i used to wonder why n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck
within 2g – n-gg-s 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 d-ck
these family jewels is my most important riches
but i still want my liquor, my sorry–ss friends and my b-tch
and n-gg- this me, i only see green like a marine
support calvin klein jeans, fed a b-tch from the phillipines
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin’ with a magazine!!)
yeah, i’m acid 9 and half the time undercover
f-ck 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 n-gg-s want, whatever’s costin’
the rings plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin’
son, that’s why i go in and sh-t stop
last night my n-gg- 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 t-tle and the ki’s
throw in the extra three and take the tyres and the d’s
n-gg- 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 n-gg- ice’s lp
it’s castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew
west coast is in the house n-gg-, what you wanna do?
(chorus: marc live)
yo, yo, yo motherf-ckers can’t f-ck with this, realness
seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
run son the hour has come, touch ya
remember this, real n-gg-s don’t rhyme
we walk up and buck ya
stuck ya in the head, rush ya
trife n-gg-s knife you, seven venoms fight you
your life’s through, f-ckin’ with the wrong click – kapow!!
from the crackhouse, n-gg-s quick to blow your back out
(outro: marc live)
yeah, seventh deadly sin b-tch
ice-t, marc li-ive, ras k-ss, castrophe

- ice t

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