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Ice-T - Exodus lyrics
Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics.
 Yeah, This is Ice-T 
 You've just been listening to the Seventh Deadly Sin 
 To me the Seventh Deadly Sin is hardcore rap
 And I'm very proud to have been a part of that throughout the years 
 I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
 And love to all my niggas that have died out here 
 In this bullshit that we call the streets 
 You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga 
 I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South 
 I got my niggas The Top Guns here
 We gonna sign this one off like this:
 My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
 Should I ill or do right? Make peace or go raw? 
 I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth 
 Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself
 Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill moves 
 Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove 
 Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start
 They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga 
 And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? 
 Being black is kinda like being born with a curse 
 Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent 
 Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent
 My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto 
 I move to the hills, but I can never let go
 The gun shots and the homicides just don't stop
 And just because I came up, I can always drop
 Yo.. we come prepared for guerilla warfare 
 Never scared soldiers to the heart 
 And hose them body parts with the hardwear
 You spark a dun with Bizzaro or sequel
 When you catch a link on the wings of this desert eagle 
 Flappin, we splittin caps friend 
 remember when niggas would shoot joints 
 Now niggas be wildin' placing hollow points
 Cause in this rat race, shit be moving at a murderous pace 
 Mad sons got slugs to the face, OG packs kilos 
 Over sore losers and cilo, prepare like a scout 
 I hold the burner on the delo 
 In this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity
 If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity 
 Hope you see the light like the prism's true colors
 Only a few remain brothers, fuck the others
 In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger 
 Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga 
 So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson 
 Deck him in the left eye, murder sit down like ryerson Ice-T - Exodus - http://motolyrics.com/ice-t/exodus-lyrics.html
 You wanna dis, don't even try son 
 Hey yo, Pizzone I'm the prodigy you need to keep ya eyes on 
 Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 
 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond 
 Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? 
 Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm 
 Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight 
 Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate 
 So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets 
 Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth 
 It's time to meet your maker step into the new millennium 
 I analyze data like intel Pentium 
 So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust 
 Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust 
 Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods 
 I'm 15 blocks deep in the foreign neighborhood 
 Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child
 Still on trial for my old endeavors
 Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater 
 Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt 
 Time to heat it up and melt
 Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass knuckles 
 Kill all the jokes and chuckles let's all get together 
 My fam stay thick together 
 Trick off and lick off together
 No matter the weather
 Lets ease on down to the bow and to the bricks 
 When I start to squeeze, I won't ease off a bit 
 Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes 
 Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses 
 Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long lease 
 When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me 
 21st floor eating shrimp at Belonte's
 Every time you see me I'm connected to a dime piece 
 I check your styles, although you rhyme quicker 
 No matter what you do, I'll always lace mine thicker 
 Jealousy will make a fool die quicker than liquor 
 Watch your back with your niggas 
 Cause that's right where they'll stick ya 
 You see me in the club jeweled up, all alone 
 I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home 
 Bodyguards are something that I just don't do
 Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap them too
 Money makes all my homies look brand new 
 I don't fuck with the fakes, I make moves with the true 
 Ice baby chopping that real, thought you knew 
 I might sound hard, but nigga I can die too
Cause I'm as real as you









