Besedila: Ice T. 7th Deadly Sin. Common Sense.

Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Just cock and lick it Gats hit harder than fists The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Can't put your strap back in your waist Another crew shot 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 One slip you bleed Now you're ballin full speed You had your nigga with you Hard rock street gorilla hitter Now he's bendin over He took a hot one in the shoulder Mad illegal Nigga flipped harder than Buggsy Segal Desert eagle Blood oozin through his black dickies He wet the room up with the rocket launchin 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 LA streets will make your guts leak Chorus: Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots Player no doubt Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs You flipped your chip Motorola, called your hooker Told the ho to wet some towels up Said you had a little foul up She didn't even talk Clicked the phone off But this bitch aint soft Make your next call Might a new some weak niggas 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 Two in her head Squeezed off Now the fuckin bitch is dead Straight laced hustler from hell You're all alone just how you liked it 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 Check the back of the cab Double crossin ducks got bucked 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 The devil put the strap in your palm And now you got it And you shot it Chorus 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 Then she started to beg Asked you to fuck her in the ass 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 Don't forget, grab the blow then jet Three shots in your face Grabbed the sutcase 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 Chorus