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(Ant Banks) This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherfuckin' deadly sins But don't ever fuck with the seventh bitch (Intro: Ras Kass) Yeah, seventh, uh
, we live in half the back That's where the 12 year olds there, they be flashing crack And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass it back Aye
pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your ass was born it was all on the own and, When it's time to die you'll be all alone
weekend We wonder what the fuck is school teachin' Intoxicating soldiers at chaotic times reachin' The dynasty is slim but they only resemble what's when we attack That split your back
are wild and frightening at the same time they are blessed and I wonder if God died, turned his back or only just rested. And you walked out on the seventh
for awhile i felt tall but they knocked me back down now i'm here on my knees looking at my face in a bed of pine needles and wondering if anyone stills
wind, blowing every time you move your mouth Blowing down the back roads headin' south Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth You're an idiot babe It's a wonder
in the cracks and crevices To put me back together is Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it It was your choice the whole time, you
of your friends seem to be trapped in the maze You narrow your associates down to the few you can stand And even they sometimes wonder what's going on
good move to first, throws a curve, and changes speeds. can be wild at times and known to blow the strangest leads. like the last time we faced him,
After all this time we've been apart Still now I wonder where you are No-one understands how close you came to us No-one knows how far This time it
t cry through your despair I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare And who cares if we survive The only time they notice a nigga is
know if I believe If something better is waiting for me Behind the clouds, is there sunshine I let go and I close my eyes Something's gonna break I have wondered a thousand times
My homies to the point when they speak to women And we still conversatin' so we keep it pimpin I been breaking rules all my life Seventh grade in the back
across the sitting-room, I turn the television off Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time I swear
