God Forgive Me Lyrics - The Seventh Deadly Sin - Ice T

Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back 

You know where you at? You in urban combat 

So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert 

Puttin' in work, and leavin' your troops with wet shirts 

Your causality rate is high, I'm closin in 

Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye 

Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon 

Pissin' on your beons, for decades and eons 

You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle 

Fuck scuffing up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle 

I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch 

I got some transcripts to say you been runnin ya lips 

Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya 

If I catch you in traffic I'ma gift ya somethin' in ya 

Letcha battle with death for the prize of life 

I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight 

My adversaries feel fright, his last sight 

Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike 

From the same place twice, I have your head on my deat 

Fifteen hundred, tonight's your last night gettin' blunted 

The voices could not be stopped it began to morph 

And reinvent them self I grew like a black blade 

Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast 

Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem 

Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse 

And low from the exchange, psycho deranged 

Playa lay no feel pain, killa coca main 

I'm top framing the game, use muscle for the hustle 

I zip duffel bags to muffle fags 

Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggas that think that they running shit 

They feel the punishment, uh, blood bath, the wrath 

Aftermath, at least the guns in shit 

Too under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth 

Mix things with daughters with men 

Since poured from birth the worth for the others 

Go to war with my brothers 

I'm unstable like Kane did to Abel 

I'm out the stable sinning from the beginning 

Leavin' daddy's little girl pretty linen bloody red 

What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten 

My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel 

Chills, I'm still plotting, I'm ill norm 

Take life forms like light storms I laugh at the wrath 

Of the guys comin on, visions of the antichrist is risen 

The question is now, am I unforgiven? 

Legends tells that the creator of this poison's name was ice 

Although, others have told different stories, no matter 

Who or what invented the monster, their souls would be forever 

Damned to Hell 

Enter the death chamber, cash richer, leave ya nutless 

Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope 

Feel my back lash, body cash your whole fame and media 

Greedy shit, tag ya out the rag Jag, speedy shit 

Look in the sky, the four horsemen busting no discussion 

No stopping its apocalypse, lock and load ya clips 

Gonna be rich and dead, copa said don't matter cats scatter 

Suckas get touched, niggas get rushed 

Watch 'em transform into animal form, wicked hell born 

Lord of the flies, cry and ya die 

Mechanama come masses soul snatcher, fallen angel 

All angles covered for you fucking God lovers 

Possession, good suggestion run cuddle your funds 

Double your guns, watch your kids grow, stay out my flow 

Be wise, the magnificence, evidence, decadence mind 

Seven sins, the abomination, I'm 

That nigga, last nigga, street mack 

Hot is my strap, wet is your back 

Understand I never forgive, leaving bodies like sieve 

Clap gats til my fuckin shit's clip less 

Niggas bear witness 

Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men 

From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now 

Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me