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