The 7th

(Ant Banks)<br>This is Ant Banks, and it`s hella motherfuckin` deadly sins<br>But don`t ever fuck with the seventh bitch<br><br>(Intro: Ras Kass)<br>Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first things first man you`re messin` with the worst<br>One, come on, come on, one<br><br>(Chorus: Marc Live)<br>Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can`t fuck with this, realness<br>Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady<br>Run son the hour has come, touch ya<br>Remember this, real niggas don`t rhyme<br>we walk up and buck ya<br>Stuck ya in the head, rush ya<br>Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you<br>Your life`s through, fuckin` with the wrong click - kapow!!<br>From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out<br><br>(Marc Live)<br>Enough talk, niggas talk too much, let`s set it<br>Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics<br>Call my regiment up at midnight, tape on a flash light<br>Youn claim you want beef, it`s too tough, called your bluff<br>Shot you at such close range, blew out your eardrum<br>Caught you with my mack, blast your cage our your back<br>Yo, the nigga stepped up and got bucked by my ninja`s<br>Casualty after casualty all up in ya<br>Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a beginner<br>My niggas eat punk like your crew for dinner<br>Rock ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double<br>Hit ya then lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble<br>Step up, feel the Teflon, black talent<br>Rip through your vest, hit your chest, lose your balance<br>You never had no drama with the real, now ya want it?<br>My skill got you haunted, my ski-mask got ???<br><br>(Marc Live)<br>Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we blastout<br>The wrong move, show improve you assed out<br>Venom it, warn the niggas, treacherous<br>Squeeze automatic, quick to bust fuck with us<br>Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double figures<br>In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes<br>The richest, fuck around, you won`t fix it<br>Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, rebel shit<br>Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your block<br>Last standin`, coked up, we fucked up<br>Twenty g`s, rope `em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe<br>I`ll leave a nigga with cement boots<br>Now we off lootin`, hold me down, yo I`ll start shootin`<br>in ya double lefts and tell the rest an`<br>Marc Li-ive, fuck the pad, bust his ass<br>and slide my fuckin` heat in the stash<br><br>(Chorus: Marc Live)<br>Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can`t fuck with this, realness<br>Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady<br>Run son the hour has come, touch ya<br>Remember this, real niggas don`t rhyme<br>we walk up and buck ya<br>Stuck ya in the head, rush ya<br>Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you<br>Your life`s through, fuckin` with the wrong click - kapow!!<br>From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out<br><br>(Ras Kass)<br>She musta kicked off like special teams<br>I walk rare from a muchy bled nigga all lookin` like Grenedine<br>Murder scene, three to the head, three to the sline<br>We tied that motherfuckin` number like Kareem<br>It seems that I used to wonder why niggas don`t give a fuck<br>within 2G - niggas is just buck<br>From hip-hoppers to gangsta`s, sportin` stompers at yompers<br>The mirror has two faces in this room is not proper<br>So we religiously pray for peace and pack one<br>I walk softly, carry a big dick<br>these family jewels is my most important riches<br>but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch<br>And nigga this me, I only see green like a Marine<br>Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the Phillipines<br>with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin` with a magazine!!)<br>Yeah, I`m acid 9 and half the time undercover<br>Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your mother with the same brother<br>The blade runner, my games` tight<br>I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the same night<br><br>(Castrophe)<br>And that`s the seventh deadly sin as the terror begins<br>Me and my friends came to rob ya for your props and your ends<br>Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever`s costin`<br>The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin`<br>Son, that`s why I go in and shit stop<br>Last night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop<br>I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin` not to scratch the detail<br>I put `em through the system, slang `em out at full retail<br>It`s thirty g`s for the title and the ki`s<br>Throw in the extra three and take the tyres and the D`s<br>Nigga please, this is lik-wit and I`m the Alki<br>At three months from now you`re gonna read all about me<br>One cause I smoke `em, two cause I`m wealthy<br>Three because I rapped on my nigga Ice`s LP<br>It`s Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew<br>West Coast is in the house nigga, what you wanna do?<br><br>(Chorus: Marc Live)<br>Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can`t fuck with this, realness<br>Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady<br>Run son the hour has come, touch ya<br>Remember this, real niggas don`t rhyme<br>we walk up and buck ya<br>Stuck ya in the head, rush ya<br>Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you<br>Your life`s through, fuckin` with the wrong click - kapow!!<br>From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out<br><br>(Outro: Marc Live)<br>Yeah, seventh deadly sin bitch<br>Ice-T, Marc Li-ive, Ras Kass, Castrophe...