Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Forgive Me, artist - Ice T. Album song 7th Deadly Sin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Forgive Me |
It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared |
By the establishment, it changed the course of the world" |
(SLEJ) |
Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back |
You know where you at? |
You in urban combat |
So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert |
Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts |
Your casuality rate is high, I’m closin in |
Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye |
Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon |
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons |
You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle |
Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle |
I can’t stand a snitch, a switch real bitch |
I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips |
Now its on, on site, if I see you I’mma sin ya |
If I catch you in traffic I’mma gift ya somethin in ya |
Letcha battle with death for the prize of life |
I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight |
My advesaries feel fright, his last sight |
Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike |
From the same place twice, I have your head on my death |
1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted |
«The voices could not be stopped, it began to morph |
And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade |
Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast |
Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem» |
(Laquan) |
Thick’s ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse |
And low from the exchange, psycho derranged |
Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main |
I’m top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle |
I zip duffle bags to muffle fags |
Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggas that think that they runnin shit |
They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath |
Aftermath, at least the guns in shit |
Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth |
Mix things with daughters with men |
Since poured from birth the worth for the others |
Go to war with my brothers |
I’m unstable like Kane did to Abel |
I’m out the stable sinnin from the beginnin |
Leavin daddy’s little girl pretty linen bloody red |
What’s said in the book of dead is now all forgotten |
My soul’s rotten, still the blood’s spilled I feel |
Chills, I’m still plottin, I’m ill-norm |
Take life forms like light storms I laugh at the wrath |
Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen |
The question is now, am I unforgiven? |
«Legends tells that the creator of this poison’s name was Ice |
Although, others have told different stories, no matter |
Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever |
Damned to Hell» |
(Ice T) |
Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave ya nutless |
Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope |
Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fam and media |
Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit |
Look in the sky, the four horsemen bustin no discussion |
No stoppin its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips |
Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don’t matter cats scatter |
Suckas get touched, niggas get rushed |
Watch em transform into animal form, wicked Hell-born |
Lord of the Flies, cry and ya die |
Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel |
All angles covered for you fuckin God lovers |
Possession, good suggestion run cuddle your funds |
Double your guns, watch your kids grow, stay out my flow |
Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind |
Seven sins, the abomination, I’m |
That nigga, last nigga, street mack |
Hot is my strap, wet is your back |
Understand I never forgive, leavin bodies like seive |
Clap gats til my fuckin shit’s clipless |
Niggas bear witness |
«Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men |
From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now |
Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me» |