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(Ant Banks)
This is Ant Banks, and it's motherfuckin' deadly sins
But don't ever fuck with the seventh

(Intro: Ras Kass)
Yeah, seventh, uh-huh, first first man you're messin' with the worst
One, on, come on, one

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck this, realness
Seventh sin deadly, the key to rock steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
this, real niggas don't rhyme
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, venoms fight you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, quick to blow your back out

(Marc Live)
Enough talk, niggas talk too much, set it
Time to splash niggas, gun fights, paramedics
Call my up at midnight, tape on a flash light
Youn claim you beef, it's too tough, called your bluff
Shot you at close range, blew out your eardrum
Caught you with my mack, blast your our your back
Yo, the nigga up and got bucked by my ninja's
after casualty all up in ya
Ya not a street vet yet bitch, just a
My niggas eat punk like your for dinner
ya in broad daylight to make the wrist-double
Hit ya lower my gun and watch ya chest bubble
Step up, feel the Teflon, talent
Rip through your vest, hit chest, lose your balance
You never had no drama with the real, now ya it?
My skill got you haunted, my got ???

(Marc Live)
Aiyyo blackout, my click we blastout
The wrong move, show you assed out
Venom it, warn the niggas,
Squeeze automatic, to bust fuck with us
Yo the worst niggas, work the bitch to double
In new sixes, hennessey with mixes
The richest, around, you won't fix it
Toke, heavy metal, settle shit, shit
Fuck a cop, why not, we last niggas on your
standin', coked up, we fucked up
Twenty g's, rope 'em up, you in the - Lex Coupe
I'll leave a with cement boots
Now we off lootin', hold me down, yo I'll shootin'
in ya double lefts and the rest an'
Marc Li-ive, the pad, bust his ass
and slide my fuckin' heat in the

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't with this, realness
sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady
Run son the has come, touch ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we walk up and ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas knife you, seven fight you
life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!!
From the crackhouse, niggas to blow your back out

(Ras Kass)
She musta kicked off special teams
I walk rare from a muchy nigga all lookin' like Grenedine
Murder scene, three to the head, three to the
We tied that motherfuckin' number Kareem
It seems that I used to why niggas don't give a fuck
2G - niggas is just buck
From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, stompers at yompers
The mirror has two faces in this is not proper
So we religiously pray for peace and one
I walk softly, carry a big
family jewels is my most important riches
but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my
And nigga this me, I see green like a Marine
Support Calvin Klein jeans, fed a bitch from the
with a immoral nose ring (masterbatin' a magazine!!)
Yeah, I'm acid 9 and half the undercover
Fuck you, your lesbain lover and your with the same brother
The blade runner, my games'
I could talk the Virgin Mary outta panties the night

(Castrophe)
And that's the seventh deadly sin as the begins
Me and my friends came to rob ya for your and your ends
Tuck it in, my niggas want, whatever's
The rings plus the watch, plus thst chain the slossin'
Son, that's why I go in and shit
night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop
I write the lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail
I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at retail
thirty g's for the title and the ki's
Throw in the extra three and the tyres and the D's
Nigga please, this is and I'm the Alki
At months from now you're gonna read all about me
One cause I smoke 'em, two I'm wealthy
Three because I rapped on my Ice's LP
It's Castrophe, fam, lik-wit crew
West Coast is in the nigga, what you wanna do?

(Chorus: Live)
Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this,
Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to steady
Run son the hour has come, ya
Remember this, real niggas don't
we up and buck ya
Stuck ya in the head, ya
Trife niggas you, seven venoms fight you
Your life's through, fuckin' with the click - kapow!!
the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow your back out

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