[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 i mean? Just showing, you know, love, you know what i mean? One player to another, you know coastal How we do you know? connect Hit me up, give me a call. you know how we do? Peace out Roc-a-fella style, peace
[ice-t] Motherfuckers said i'd never survive, here i am Check your sound scan virally grand out the box Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table Fuck your cable, you better ice that shit Fuck you 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 dollar but still manage to sink I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya What do ya want? Mad bitched to flaunt And mad wealth, but you fuckin hoes yourself If you caught one its like a lesbian connect You and a bitch all pussy no dick Since '86 i been bustin off clips Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks Westside them niggas that ride for this shit Fly to new york city, crack a brooklyn bitch You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks
(yo ice you fuck that bitch?)
Nigga what do you think? I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin Every song i hear today's about straight trickin Mother fuck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin And all you niggas out there that don't like me Fuck you! fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good A nigga came up like a real pimp should I feel you players out there givin me love And all my dead homies watchin me from above And all you down bitches recognize in the heat Step to a pimp when you see me on the street Let a nigga know that you down to hoe Represent the ice and collect the dough This aint nothing new aint no mother fuckin façade I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around Nigga give it up and put you fuckin head down Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role You don't really look me in the eyes sucker (know why?) cause game knows game And i don't know you buster You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror So what you did a bid You 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 moved to the hills The seventh deadly is envy Nigga fuck how you feel!
Compositores: Tracy Lauren Marrow, Richard J Ascencio ECAD: Obra #35335907