Intro Songtext
von Ice‐T

Seventh deadly sin
It means that this is the beginning
Seventh deadly sin
It means that this is the beginning
Seventh deadly sin
It means that this is the beginning
Seventh deadly sin
It means that this is the beginning
Ice, what′s up, what's jigglin, you alright?
It′s the God, you know what I mean?
Heard you preparing to drop this seventh deadly sin
Nah mean, just showing you no love, you nah mean?
One player to another, you know
How we do, you know, connect
Hit me, give me a call, you know how we do it, pause
Peace and love, Roc-A-Fella style, peace


Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am
Check your SoundScan, firing a grand out the box
Bitches and Glocks, hoes got rocks on my table
Fuck your cable, you better ice that shit
Fuck your income, you better twice that shit
You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp
You niggas make a million dollars but still manage to simp
I could stop for ten years and still be five years in front of ya
What do you want? Mad bitches to flaunt
And mad wealth, but you fucking hoes yourself
If you caught one, it′s like a lesbian connect
You and a bitch, all pussy, no dick
Since ′86 I've been busting off clips
Mashing mad whips, bending hot chicks
Westside, the niggas that ride for their shit
Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch
You see me in the Tunnel with my niggas on hit
Light skinned nigga in the full length mink
Fucking off chump change off bitches and drinks
(Yo, Ice, you fuck that bitch?) Nigga, what do you think?
I ain′t fucking these hoes 'cause these bitches ain′t paying
Pimping to me, that ain't no bullshit saying
Every song I hear today′s about straight tricking
Motherfuck a bitch, ho, get your heels clicking
And all you niggas out there that don't like me, fuck you
Fuck what you're going through, fuck your hood
And all my real motherfuckers know it′s all for the good
A nigga came up like a real pimp should
I feel you players out there giving me love
And all my dead homies watching me from above
And all you down bitches recognizing the heat
Step to a pimp when you see me on the street
Let a nigga know that you′re down to hold
Represent the Ice and collect the dough
This ain't nothing new, ain′t no motherfucking facade
I've been rocking shit for over ten years, God
You haters paralyzed when a real baller comes around
Nigga, give it up or put your fucking head down
′Cause you don't wanna talk ′bout how much dope you sold
You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim you roll
You don′t really wanna look me in my eyes, sucker (Know why?)
′Cause game knows game and I don't know you, buster
You gotta deal with your own reflection in the mirror
So what you did a bid? You′re still a bitch, kid
And not too many niggas gonna do what I did
Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle
Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile
Say what you will, I move to the hill
The seventh deadly sin is envy, nigga, fuck how you feel