The 7th lyrics

Artist  : Ice-t 
Song : The 7th



 Send "The 7th" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Marc Live, Ras Kass, Tash (Tha Liks)
(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherf**kin'
deadly sins
But don't ever f**k with the seventh bit*h

(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 motherf**kers can't f**k 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, f**kin' 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 bit*h 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 bit*h, 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 f**k with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bit*h to double
figures
In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes
The richest, f**k around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit
f**k a cop, why not, we last niggas on your block
Last standin', coked up, we f**ked 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, f**k the pad, bust his ass
and slide my f**kin' heat in the stash

(Chorus: Marc Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherf**kers can't f**k 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, f**kin' 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 motherf**kin' number like Kareem
It seems that I used to wonder why niggas don't
give a f**k
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 bit*h
And nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bit*h from the
Phillipines
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a
magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time undercover
f**k 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 sh*t 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 motherf**kers can't f**k 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, f**kin' with the wrong click
- kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your
back out

(Outro: Marc Live)
Yeah, seventh deadly sin bit*h
Ice-T, Marc Li-ive, Ras Kass, Castrophe...