ICE-T lyrics - The Seventh Deadly Sin

Retaliation

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[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 to you just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah I'm caught up to [Ice-T] Sometimes I sit and wonder how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer Gunshots from the hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: 'Mama, less you wouldn't strike back' mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em All you punk bitches just stand back and watch Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest Hole like an apple in the side of his neck His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more There's nothin' else to do but to go to war Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend If I said 'peace', I'll be a motherfuckin' liar ('I'm lettin' off until my arms tired' - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation [Ice-T] Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg Better that than dead Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see You might just wanna turn yourself into me To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep Till one of us lays me and my nigga That's the fear of these triggers If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend If I said 'peace', I'll be a motherfuckin' liar ('I'm lettin' off until my arms tired' - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation ('Lettin' off until my arms tired' - [cut and scratched])

For Real

SCARFACE "11-09-70 (Intro)"
[verse 1:] I got this coffee pot of white soap stuck my hanger down the center when I entered I spent it cause it was like dope But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16 and these goddamn streets aint going to bring me back Now could it be the southside big baller Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I'm going up on my whole thangs And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks Gotta make my money back Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets to get my money snatched I'm so for real about this motherfuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed For real [chorus: ] (scratching and mixing) All I have is this small skrilla [verse 2:] I know this nigga run this game of life So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights Cause he done come across with shit so shade that mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him and once the got him they gon' sure waste him This aint no mutha fuckin joke nigga it aint worth it and even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine when a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back But when I find him I'm gon finalize him Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed For real [chorus] [verse 3:] Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started Seems like niggas with hustle got outsmarted Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends I never took out straps and shot gats at friends It was all about being for real where I was from Where very few niggas came real but I was one I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle Living life being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble The game made to be changed but the niggas still started Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered How many times you had your homie shot By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block Niggas get caught up in the paper chase and lose respect for the game that was honored before the cake was made [chorus]

I Remember

EMINEM "Slim Shady LP"
Your mother, you fuckin faggot La da da, da da da, da da (repeated) Aiyo, this next song is dedicated to the memory of Erik Shrody Rest in peace, we aint forget about you, you fuckin homo We still remember There once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around) But he got too old to jump up and down (up and down) (so then what happened?) So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he what?) Started singin the blues like there was no tommorrow (was no tommorrow) (come on) Left his boys in the House of Pain (the House of Pain) It was the wisest decision he ever made (ever made) But the dumbest thing that he could ever do (could ever do) Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do) [chorus] Cause I remember all those years How it was when you were here I remember how it was, how it was when you were young Yesterday was so long ago (long ago) Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along now Don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more I remember back when you had The Knack (had the knack) And I remember when you had your first heart attack (heart attack) I was right there laughin when I heard the news (heard the news) I just wish the cardiac would'a murdered you (would'a murdered you) (Damn) Maybe Ice-T's right, you are a bitch (you are a bitch) (maybe he's right) You come around when you're broke and you leave when you're rich (leave when you're rich) But the dumbest thing that you could ever do (that you could ever do) Was try to buck a 380 on those that act shady Tell me now what you gonna do (now what you gonna do) [chorus] yo (yo) yo (yo) yo (yo) Remember back in '94, like right before Ms. Everlast was Whitey Ford Before his heart attack had him on life support When house of pain was out of fame like someone doused the flame And they became destined to never jump around again Or even further back, when i first had heard The Knack And you were down with Syndicate, I went to get your shit, man I was into it But then you went and took your style and switched the shit Now you sound rediculous you dickless piece of shit, How could you diss me, bitch? I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude, Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat beside you Started rhymin, then you left the room and didn't say goodbye or nothin? Like you was mad that someone else was White and tried to rhyme or somethin I'm sorry man, I wasn't tryin to steal your light or nothin But you're a homosexual, white rappin Irish {*Muslim*} Man I wish I was Irish, I could be a {*Muslim*} too Then I'd be confused as you, and I wouldn't know what to do What's up with you? I never fucked with you, why would you fuck with me? Knowin I could rap circles around you, what, are you as nuts as me? Plus I can sing better than you and I don't fuckin sing And probably play guitar better, and I ain't never touched a string But I ain't mad at you, I'd hate me too if I was you I'm what you used to be, shit you was me in '92 So everytime I write a lyric, I'mma think of you And maybe that will help me know what it's like to sing the blues [chorus]x2 You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin faggot, sissy, fuck And by the way, a 380's a fuckin sissy gun If you're gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin real gun You little bitch Next time say my fuckin name in a song Don't be subliminal about it You wanna fuckin diss me, diss me you fuckin faggot You fuckin punk, pussy, you fuckin little bitch, fuckin cunt

Gutted

CANNIBAL CORPSE "Butchered At Birth"
A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being A shocking way of life living on human offspring Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expresionless Horrid dismemberment One persons tortures, is anothers pleasure Malformation, a diseased brain Unsuspecting slowly dying, as his knife invades The child, screams of pain, no one hears Blood splotches now appear, esctasy through Each cut, now the body twiches the gutted Little torso ready to be cooked Isolated in his own mind the need to kill Now possesses his body Self mutilated Between killings ejaculation, cut off appendages Of former victims, sexual violence satisfaction Disembodied corpses, spewing gore On his body, soaked with their fluids, various Digestive parts, and assorted meats Plunging his fist down the throat, ripping out The guts, internal extraction The entire body bleeding The heart stops pumping The child lying dead, just another gutted infant To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh Voracious appetite Killing to release pure souls to the heavens Justification of his killing self-torture Stiffening pain He sees the faces of the dead Guts are strewn from the children Splintered bones, poke through skin Gratification through castration Roasting parts for consumption

Hacksaw Decapitation

CANNIBAL CORPSE
A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being A shocking way of life living on human offspring Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expresionless Horrid dismemberment One persons tortures, is anothers pleasure Malformation, a diseased brain Unsuspecting slowly dying, as his knife invades The child, screams of pain, no one hears Blood splotches now appear, esctasy through Each cut, now the body twiches the gutted Little torso ready to be cooked Isolated in his own mind the need to kill Now possesses his body Self mutilated Between killings ejaculation, cut off appendages Of former victims, sexual violence satisfaction Disembodied corpses, spewing gore On his body, soaked with their fluids, various Digestive parts, and assorted meats Plunging his fist down the throat, ripping out The guts, internal extraction The entire body bleeding The heart stops pumping The child lying dead, just another gutted infant To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh Voracious appetite Killing to release pure souls to the heavens Justification of his killing self-torture Stiffening pain He sees the faces of the dead Guts are strewn from the children Splintered bones, poke through skin Gratification through castration Roasting parts for consumption

Y'all Gone Miss Me

Snoop Doggy Dog "Tha Last Meal"
{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me} Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, 'Ay Snoop' - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies [Chorus: KoKane] Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed [Snoop Dogg] Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin [Chorus w/ variations] [Snoop Dogg] Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, 'Mr. G Thang' [Chorus Two: KoKane] Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of 'y'all gone miss me'*}

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