Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We
ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out Ballin bent him back in the black S T S but where he
Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Know what I mean? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean?
of players listenin to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is doin his thing with my nigga ice-t Dont fake the funk [ice-t] Ice-t baby, this goes out
, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby) Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Chorus: Ice-T) Rock your hammers back cussers that
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the same shit happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens
Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through That ain't the most, but I've done this
point man Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing Come up, give me my cut, what? Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. [Intro] This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors,
] Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Know what I mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean
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Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up? Just chilling ya heard? It's the god. Know what I mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what I mean?
can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme
: [jay-z] Yeah yeah yo ice what's up? Just chilling ya heard? it's the god. Know what i mean? Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin Know what
t fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme
