(feat. Jay-Z)    Seven deadly sins [repeated several times - Morgan Freeman]    [Jay-Z]  Yeah yeah yo Ice what's up?  Just chilling ya heard? It's the god.  Know what I mean?   Heard you preparing to drop this 7th deadly sin  Know what I mean?   Just showing, you know, love, you know what I mean?  One player to another, you know coastal  How we do you know? Connect  Hit me up, give me a call. You know how we do?    Peace out  Roc-A-Fella Style, Peace    [Ice-T]  Motherfuckers said I'd never survive, here I am  Check your sound scan virally grand out the box  Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table  Fuck your cable, you better Ice that shit  Fuck you income you better twice that shit  You couldn't see me if you stood right in front of a pimp  You niggas make a million dollar but still manage to sink  I can stop for 10 years and still be 5 years in front of ya  What do ya want?  Mad bitched to flaunt  And mad wealth, but you fuckin hoes yourself  If you caught one its like a lesbian connect  You and a bitch all pussy no dick  Since '86 I been bustin off clips  Mashin mad whips, bendin hot chicks  Westside them niggas that ride for this shit  Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch  You see me in a tunnel with my niggas on hit  Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink  Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks    (Yo Ice you fuck that bitch?)    Nigga what do you think?  I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin  Pimpin to me, that aint no bullshit sayin  Every song I hear today's about straight trickin  Mother fuck a bitch, hoe get your heels kickin  And all you niggas out there that don't like me  Fuck you! Fuck what you're goin through, fuck your hood  And all my real motherfuckers know it's all in the good  A nigga came up like a real pimp should  I feel you players out there givin me love  And all my dead homies watchin me from above  And all you down bitches recognize in the heat  Step to a pimp when you see me on the street  Let a nigga know that you down to hoe  Represent the Ice and collect the dough  This aint nothing new aint no mother fuckin façade  I've bee rockin shit for over 10 years god  You haters paralyze when a real baler comes around  Nigga give it up and put you fuckin head down  Cause you don't wanna talk to about how much dope you sold  You don't wanna talk 'bout how hard you claim your role  You don't really look me in the eyes sucker  (Know why?) Cause game knows game  And I don't know you buster  You got a deal with you own reflection in the mirror  So what you did a bid  You still a bitch kid  And not too many niggas gonna do what I did  Come off the streets, make raps about the lifestyle  Real for my niggas from the ghetto to the penile  Say what you will I moved to the hills  The seventh deadly is envy  Nigga fuck how you feel!