
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ice's Exodus |
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 that throughout the years |
I’d like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real |
And love to all my niggas that have died out here |
In this bullshit that we call the streets |
You know? |
What can I say? |
Hip Hops been good to a nigga |
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South |
I got my niggas The Top Guns here |
We gonna sign this one off like this: |
My life’s been a great story in the ultimate war |
Should I ill or do right? |
Make peace or go raw? |
I can’t explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth |
Tell me who can I trust? |
I can’t trust myself |
Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves |
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove |
Push a bullet through my heart, why not? |
That’s a start |
They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga |
And if you say you’re going to kill me, should I blast you first? |
Being black is kinda like being born with a curse |
Do or Die, that’s the code of the streets I didn’t invent |
Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent |
My skin color’s got me trapped in a never ending ghetto |
I move to the hills, but I can never let go |
The gun shots and the homicides just don’t stop |
And just because I came up, I can always drop |
Yo. |
we come prepared for guerilla warfare |
Never scared soldiers to the heart |
And hose them body parts with the hardwear |
You spark a dun with Bizzaro or sequel |
When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle |
Flappin, we splittin caps friend |
Remember when niggas would shoot joints |
Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points |
Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace |
Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos |
Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout |
I hold the burner on the delo |
In this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity |
If Five ?? |
you nigga maintain humanity — insanity |
Hope you see the light like the prism’s true colors |
Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others |
In this cold world the war that’s controlled by the trigger |
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga |
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson |
Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson |
You wanna dis, don’t even try son |
Hey yo, Pizzone I’m the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on |
Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? |
50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. |
Word is bond |
Who get it on when it’s time to drop a bomb? |
Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm |
Droppin emcee’s to their knees and make them pie straight |
Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate |
So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets |
Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth |
It’s time to meet your maker step into the new millennium |
I analyze data like intel Pentium |
So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust |
Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust |
Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods |
I’m 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood |
Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child |
Still on trial for my old endeavors |
Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater |
Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt |
Time to heat it up and melt |
Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles |
Kill all the jokes and chuckles let’s all get together |
My fam stay thick together |
Trick off and lick off together |
No matter the weather |
Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricks |
When I start to squeeze, I won’t ease off a bit |
Won’t be no teams up in here with no clashes |
Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses |
Life got no guarantees, I’m looking for the long lease |
When I’m in LA, it ain’t hard to find me |
21st floor eating shrimp at Belonte’s |
Every time you see me I’m connected to a dime piece |
I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker |
No matter what you do, I’ll always lace mine thicker |
Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor |
Watch your back with your niggas |
Cause that’s right where they’ll stick ya |
You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone |
I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home |
Bodyguards are something that I just don’t do |
Cause if I’m after you black, I’m gonna clap them too |
Money makes all my homies look brand new |
I don’t fuck with the fakes, I make moves with the true |
Ice baby chopping that real, thought you knew |
I might sound hard, but nigga I can die too |
Cause I’m as real as you |
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Sucks 2 Suck ft. Ice T | 2024 |
Funky Gripsta | 2019 |
O.G. Original Gangster | 2020 |
Colors | 2006 |
Last Wordz ft. Ice T, Ice Cube | 1992 |
The Slayers Club ft. Onyx, Brand Nubian, M.O.P. | 2020 |
6 'N the Mornin' | 2013 |
I'm Your Pusher / Pusherman | 2013 |
Disorder ft. Ice T | 2002 |
No Peace ft. Ice T, Powerlord Jel, Spice 1 | 2000 |
Evil Ways ft. Ice T | 2018 |
New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) | 2013 |
It's On | 2019 |
Gangsta Rap | 2020 |
You Played Yourself | 2013 |
I Ain't New Ta This | 1993 |
I'm Your Pusher | 2014 |
Girls L.G.B.N.A.F. | 2013 |
Beat of Life ft. Ice T, Sandra Nasic, Trigga Tha Gambla | 2012 |
Smash The Crowd ft. Ice T, PMD | 2020 |