[Erick Sermon]
Yo whassup, this the E-Double,
Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin'
EPMD, Seven Deadly Sins
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah)
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (Ice-T baby)
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
[Ice-T]
Nigga tryin', then got tied up buttnaked
Fuckin' with the master of this, jacker of this
Squeezin' off until I fuckin' sprain my wrist
Slap the clip into Armageddon and start wettin'
Grit my teeth, bring it like the Persian Gulf
Airstrike you, burn you with the mic to might you
Thinkin' about takin' me out - huh you're funny
More guns and more money, think about it
You're dead I'm livin
You're fuckin' with the unforgiven - nigga what
West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day
Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp
Nigga from the Central and I'm gonna stay rich
Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like this
Weak niggas - you're sure to get lost in the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
[Ice-T]
To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
[Ice-T]
Many casualties caught in the cross-fire mix
while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks
Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street
Late night, auto, maga-static
Hit the next turn, hang 'em out and cause havoc
Your cash, your block, I gotta have it
Nigga normally toss it up and live lavish
My traps well lured, I go hardboard
It gets loud, known for bustin' off in crowds
Word 'em up, hurt 'em up, move out, blow the spot
Round two, rounds flew [shots] in the parkin' lot
Niggas rallied up to see who got shot
Wait down G, my whole crew surrounds me
We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy
L.A. - niggas know my flow
They see me on the shore, when I'm rippin' my rows
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust until your barrels glow [gunshot]
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your blocks, cock your glocks
Really doe - bust off until your barrels glow [gunshot]
[Ice-T]
To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To all the killers that's real, quick to flex the steel
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
To my hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late players
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman...
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7th Deadly Sin (Intro)
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Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up Just chilling ya heard It's the god. ....
Don't Hate The Playa
[Intro: Too $hort] Yeah man we just sittin' back, chillin' Bunch of
players listenin' to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is doin' his thing ....
Check Your Game
(feat. King T) [Chorus:] It's 99 players check your game Make sure
them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked ....
Get Your Moneyman
[Erick Sermon] Yo whassup, this the E-Double, Green-Eyed-Bandit youknowhatI'msayin' EPMD, Seven Deadly
Sins Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman (yeah) ....
NY, NY
The seventh baby... [Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to
(NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA ....
Valuable Game
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in peace!! Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace!! And all my other homies that ....
Eye Of The Storm
(feat. Buckshot Shorty) [Intro: KAM] Aiyyo this is Kam representin' Watts in
Compton [Buckshot Shorty] Anything can happen Don't stop, huh, ha, huh, uh, yeah, ....
Always Wanted To Be A Ho
[Intro] This goes out to all you ladies out there. A lot
of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have ....
Fuck It
(feat. El Sadiq, Powerlord JEL) [Intro: WC] Dub-C from the Westside Connect
Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang ....
CJ Mac Interlude
(feat. CJ Mac) [CJ Mac] I still sell around the club, grips
and bloods and hoodrats, all around me Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody ....
Retaliation
[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 ....
Threat Interlude
(feat. Threat) [Threat] What they screamin' when they shout Who they fiendin'
fo' - Zoo rock the house fo' sure We boom you need some ....
Check Your Heart
[Intro] Yo Ice - We heard what happened man We heard some
niggas ran in on you man Yeah yeah, shit was fucked up man, ....
Sondoobiest Interlude
(feat. Sondoobiest) AAAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO!! [Sondoobiest] Mic smugglers, hustlers, hold your jugglers Forty guzzlers,
muscular, Son'll fuck wit'cha One of ya, actin' funnier, think you're hungrier Some ....
Common Sense
It starts like this Gats hit harder than fists Just cock and
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