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    7th Deadly SIN
    Ouvir álbum completo 7th Deadly SIN Ano de lançamento: 2001
    1. Intro
    2. Don't Hate The Playa
    3. Cheek Your Game
    4. Get Your Money Man
    5. The 7th
    6. NY,NY
    7. O Valuable Game
    8. I Ye Of The Storm
    9. Brother Marquis Interlude
    10. Always Wanted Ta Be A Ho
    11. Fuck It
    12. CJ Mac Interlude
    13. O Retaliation
    14. Threat Interlude
    15. Check Your Heart
    16. Sondoobiest Interlude
    17. Hardcore
    18. Common Sense
    19. Numskull Interlude
    20. God Forgive Me
    21. Exodus

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    It starts like this
    Gats hit harder than fists
    Just cock and lick it
    The aftermath's wicked
    Brass gets evicted
    Another crew shot
    Can't put your strap back in your waist
    Cause your barrel's too hot
    You did it kid
    The more dead
    The more weight on your head
    Plus you ganked a suitcase
    Full of black tar H
    Baby boy, twenty keys
    Dead Colombian Gs
    Now you're ballin full speed
    One slip you bleed
    You had your nigga with you
    Hard rock street gorilla hitter
    He took a hot one in the shoulder
    Now he's bendin over
    Mad illegal
    Nigga flipped harder than Buggsy Segal
    He wet the room up with the rocket launchin
    Desert eagle
    Blood oozin through his black dickies
    Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy
    The car seat's fuckin getting sticky
    He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked
    You thought they hit him once
    He must of got double clapped
    Your niggas dyin but he 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's going no stress
    Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head
    Fly hoes and condos
    Once you flip the kilos
    The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya
    More profit for your greedy ass
    No one to split the grip wit ya

    Common sense will keep you safer than vests
    Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots
    LA streets will make your guts leak
    Player no doubt
    Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs

    You flipped your chip
    Motorola, called your hooker
    Said you had a little foul up
    Told the ho to wet some towels up
    She didn't even talk
    Clicked the phone off
    Might a new some weak niggas
    But this bitch aint soft
    Make your next call
    Straight to your chicano connect
    Said they would flip the boy for girl
    Up the weight, give you Peruvian flake
    You had to dump the body,
    Burned it beyond recognition
    Back back in commission
    Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off
    Squeezed off
    Two in her head
    Now the fuckin bitch is dead
    You're all alone just how you liked it
    Straight laced hustler from hell
    Street life you spiked it
    It's time to hook up with the mexicanos
    Layin in the Dooly parking lot of a McDonalds
    Hit the corner they was there
    You're prepared
    Circled the block, screwed your silencer on
    Rock the esse they had
    Kickin back to get ya
    Crept on the dropped truck
    Double crossin ducks got bucked
    Check the back of the cab
    Suckas had the fuckin math
    Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (Yes!)
    Now your weighin thirty full keys
    Of girl and the pony
    Jumped for your lack
    Hit the yack threw your head back
    The big time is what you wanted
    And now you got it
    The devil put the strap in your palm
    And you shot it


    It's going down now
    On forever
    Square life is never
    Buck wildin is your life stylin
    Mashed out
    Hit a motel room
    Crashed out
    Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though
    Bad bitch phat backs green contacts
    Real hair, kept her feet all night in the air
    Kind of square
    Said she only worked the streets a week
    Said her boyfriend kicked her out
    And she needed to eat
    She cuddled to you like a baby
    Keep the girl mabey
    The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy
    She kissed you on your chest and legs
    Asked you to fuck her in the ass
    Then she started to beg
    It kind of got you open, no doubt
    When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth
    Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door
    Hand on your strap, some beautiful whore
    You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move
    Big game take little game, show and prove
    Baby jumped up, went for the strap
    Dumped off
    Three shots in your face
    Grabbed the sutcase
    Don't forget, grab the blow then jet
    Before that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of Moet
    Street life sabatoge
    Niggas wanna live large
    Demon ho out for cheddar
    Capped you with your own Berreta


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