is Ice-T You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap And I'm very proud to have been a part of
a week And after taxes, you know what that is lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I
graduation, he's number one An expert with a rifal and also a gun Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack And fires four warning shots into a
game is played Another brother slayed, the wound is deep But they're givin' us a band-aid My education's low but I got long dough Raised like a pit
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
real fucked up God damn, what a brother gotta do To get a message through To the red, white and blue? What, I gotta die? Before you realize I was a
and make it come hard Yeah, you boys is washed up And I'm shittin' on 'em like two girls and one cup Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home" Pull out a
fuck em with the ? you niggers better call dial 911, tell them i got a gun, i don't give a fuck, i'm also stop hide in a burf, then they put it work
, you're a supernova and I'm a I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you 250,000 miles on a clear
ice cold polar Burn solar, king traced the god sonar Holding a toaster, alias on wanted posters Sweepstake, my whole click is keep safe For Pete's sake
glass elapsing Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils A
sittin up Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty fuck Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her Ya bunch of pussy's having a pity
shit with a gun in my hand call me cockay Did this straight, bricks ain't large Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
kicked Emperor, of every roundtable of the house (AND WHEN I SPEAK) Niggas respect me as leader of the councilman God rap, God persona, God scrilla (HUH!) God
and every move you make is analyzed? [Busta Rhymes] Yo, it's all good, you see the blessing is a gift and a curse To be in a position I am, shit could
dance Some big fine mama come and give me a chance Hey, hey, hey You need someone to love you I'm the one I'm a good hard fighting loving son of a gun
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me fallin' off is really far fetched I turn a little to a
a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "Pu" Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too Yeah, all my niggas nuts and I'm a loose screw Bitch I get big bucks