Common Sense Lyrics - 7th Deadly Sin - Ice T

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 ain't shit to ya 

More profit for your greedy ass 

No one to split the grip wit ya 

Chorus: 

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 ain't 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 

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 

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 want to live large 

Demon ho out for cheddar 

Capped you with your own Berreta 

Chorus