Songtexte: Ice T. The Seventh Deadly Sin. Ice's Exodus.

Yeah, This is Ice-T 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 my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South We gonna sign this one off like this: Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? My life's been a great story in the ultimate war 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 Never scared soldiers to the heart Yo.. we come prepared for guerilla warfare 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 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 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 I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods 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 Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles Time to heat it up and melt My fam stay thick together Kill all the jokes and chuckles - let's all get 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 Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long lease 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 Watch your back with your niggas Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor 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