TR Love - The 7th lyrics

(Ant Banks) This is Ant Banks, and it's hella motherf**in' deadly sins But don't ever f** with the seventh b**h (Intro: Ras Ka**) 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**ers can't f** with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real n***as don't rhyme We walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife n***as knife you, seven venoms fight you Your life's through, f**in' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, n***as quick to blow your back out (Marc Live) Enough talk, n***as talk too much, let's set it Time to splash b**h n***as, 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***a stepped up and got bucked by my ninja's Casualty after casualty all up in ya Ya not a street vet yet b**h, just a beginner My n***as 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 sk** got you haunted, my ski-mask got ??? (Marc Live) Aiyyo blackout, my whole click we blastout The wrong move, show improve you a**ed out Venom it, warn the n***as, treacherous Squeeze automatic, quick to bust f** with us Yo the worst n***as, work the b**h to double figures In new sixes, hennessey with dark mixes The richest, f** around, you won't fix it Toke, heavy metal, settle sh**, rebel sh** f** a cop, why not, we last n***as on your block Last standin', coked up, we f**ed up Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the trunk - Lex Coupe I'll leave a n***a 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** the pad, bust his a** And slide my f**in' heat in the stash (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherf**ers can't f** with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real n***as don't rhyme We walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife n***as knife you, seven venoms fight you Your life's through, f**in' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, n***as quick to blow your back out (Ras Ka**) She musta kicked off like special teams I walk rare from a muchy bled n***a all lookin' like Grenedine Murder scene, three to the head, three to the sline We tied that motherf**in' number like Kareem It seems that I used to wonder why n***as don't give a f** Within 2G - n***as 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 j**els is my most important riches But I still want my liquor, my sorry-a** friends and my b**h And n***a this me, I only see green like a Marine Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a b**h from the Phillipines With a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' with a magazine!!) Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the time undercover f** 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***as want, whatever's costin' The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain from the slossin' Son, that's why I go in and sh** stop Last night my n***a 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 n***a 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***a Ice's LP It's Castrophe, lik-wit fam, lik-wit crew West Coast is in the house n***a, what you wanna do? (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherf**ers can't f** with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real n***as don't rhyme We walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife n***as knife you, seven venoms fight you Your life's through, f**in' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, n***as quick to blow your back out (Outro: Marc Live) Yeah, seventh deadly sin b**h Ice-T, Marc Li-ive, Ras Ka**, Castrophe...