Sinful Seven

('Boulevard Nights' Movie Dialogue:)
Ey, what are you doing, esé?
Hey, this is Barrio against Barrio now
This is familia, understood?

[Verse 1:]
Little young mothafuckas with the gang-bang tactics
You little bastards are getting fast
Imma hit'em with the automatic blast
As I laugh at the ones who was in the casket
After the plastic, rat little bastards
Do any mothafuckas on the set wanna hit you with the tech
Disrespect and leave your chest open red
And if you really wanna get it forget it
Cus I'mma hit'em with the automatic fire
Retiring lives with locced eyes
Mothafuckas outta your mind to carry your nine
And point it at mine a victim of a flatline
If we given'em a reason to ride
The venom alive to kill'em or not
We hit'em with the .45 nine times
It's survive with the Triple X Sins
With the Clik' set tripping and we killing all the rivals
It's suicidal for try'na run I'll put a gun in your mouth
We taking them out it's 7 mothafuckas as sinful as they come

[Verse 2:]
Do you wish to see
Seven down mothafuckas that be coming up in the industry
Counting Three X's
Sinning with the Clika pimpin bitches for the endz
Now I'm rolling shotgun in the Benz
Don't like a jail
Smoking Buddha with no stems
Spitting many verbal plans
Story telling to my friendz of how we started to the end
A couple hoes I recommend they give you head for 20 bones
We definitely coming in this is sinful
When you come around my premises
You're printed as just toyish minds
Bet you're lame when I rain
Leaving nothing for the human brain
To maintain can you blame
When we drank a Henny to the final brim
We be insane playing the game
Take out the lame mothafuckas that boot us when we first came
Acting like dames, soon you'll know my name
Pornographic Triple X and Clika bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3:]
It's the one that'll come
I'm coming second to none
They call me no good for nothing I'm known for getting it on
But while we carry a gun their mother bury their sons
Ey loko listen I'm talking you'll be all stiff in the coffin
Simon seen you bitches that heard me rapping before
Oh, you heard how I'm doing and you ain't laughing no more
Or you heard how I'm ripping and you ain't clapping no more
Romero the Lobo I'm taking over control
I'm like 30 below I'm so cold
Mothafuckas frozen in times when I flow
Mothafuckas dirty they jaws
And I know I'm the mothafuckin shit
When I'm ripping in our show
Mothafuckas twisting up shit like cyclone
With the Triple X Clique & the Clik' One Clique, you know
Not giving a fuck
But still I'm giving it up
Ay loko grip up your nuts and let's go
Shotgun to the cranium explode
Boulevard Nights I got the hydro
I be flamming up a beat it's time to high roll
Hit a leva with the .44 and let's go
Neva get in situations that you don't know
Walk'em down with the faces of death and death row
Got my CD on the shop
Put my money where my mouth is
Definitely it's all about (this)
Other wise no doubt no show

[Chorus:] x2
Put your mothafuckin mouth is
Mothafuck anyone
Each and everybody ever tryna doubt this
Coming realer than you feel it I'm about this
Tryna found out where my house is you ain't got clout bitch
Steady taking out these suckaz
And the hater mothafuckas putting a pistol in your mouth bitch
Cus imma murder each and every mothafucka
Sinful Seven out, the mothafuckas I hang around with

[Verse 4:]
This is just the Sinful Seven that got you shaking and quiking
And shivering and trembling
When we bust a rhyme better hope to find a peace of mind to keep it remembered how we taking action
Moving fast as I hit your ass up with the lyrical blast
I could see good tact' take that
Cus you make raps? Stay back, way back
Get your guns I seen back matter of fact, we never cut slack
Show em putos from behind
How to get back on track
And it's like that feeling the heat packed
Now you got a loss lost in the dark
And you don't know how to get back
Where the pimps at? I'm tryna put my foot down
Sippin on the town taking over underground
Like a heavyweight there I go 12 rounds
We'll take you out without a doubt
Mothafuckas can you feel me now?

[Verse 5:]
My dawgs got mad you done fucked up
We ain't stoppin until we atleast bust our nuts
With dirt in my cup
We'll leave yuh' in the dust
Your ass is deceased if you try interrupt
Fucking with us you must be sick
I got up in the mix with fucking with tricks
Play at your own risk if you wanna live
Asking those questions sit back and learn lessons
The shit that we bring out the clique come test us
There's seven of us
You want some come get some
Fuck acting dumb if you hoes act too dumb
Boy I live in the night life it's a deadly ass battle
But this ain't no joke cuz your ass will get smoked
Late night creepin with Clika "Bad Boy light up that toke"
Slap the man out your ass cuz you tried to act tough
Give you credit for trying but you can't get enough

[Verse 6:]
Hit'em up from the East Side (Bitch!)
Bad Boy in the Cadillac with two O's
Strappin bags of weed to smoke on
Trustee jumping in with 2 hoes
Hold the beat a minute
It froze
D-Boy racking them by them lows
Homies, weed, hoes and mo' shows
Definite it's the way that we roll
Sinful Seven, Bitch!
Clika One I'm running it with a gun
Bullets humming bitch here they come
Come on down bitches get you some
Look at the homie with the gold teeth
Where the hoes be
Bad Boy from the only
Clik full of clips full of ogs
In the Mo' Mo's fo'sho in them low lows, show me
Told the raps to my homies, "play me"
Coldest shit than these cold beats
Smoke some?
Better smoke then just choke weed
Fuck you hoes cuz that's what y'all told me

[Verse 7:]
Good times in the '70 Chevrolet
Rollin plenty deep everyday
Because I flee steady pimping
Hip-hoping through the slicks
City money hungry streets
Where the greedy got most cheese
Hundred dollar hoes one me
Crazy people, big Ol titties, lots of Triple X-Rated shit to see
You should peep from me
The day you can't see
A 5th degree with the ?
*knawmean*
Exclusively capital representing
Gotta go for that Duece-Triple-O
Here we go toe-to-toe the machine go
And every mothafuckin album to be sold
It's toast, sinful overload
Hit you fast if you slow
Make it nasty
Coming all original like the (?)
Coordinated combination
From the keys to the dome with that smell of cologne
It's that time so I roam
Puffing on nothing but the best smoke
Now it's my turn to burn it through life
We all learn that there's too much to earn
Wish again can't be fronting I'm the best, hoe
Hell no it takes alot, who you got where they at
As a matter fact yeah I got much homies off the map
From the Clik' and the Sins
Dumping on the beats with the fat raps
Guaranteed to be listened to
Here's a little something new
All my dawgs from the crew
Staying true to my do's and my dont's
And my rights and my wrongs
How do you like me now?
Too fucking bad puto, Sinful Seven song...

[Chorus:] x2
Put your mothafuckin mouth is
Mothafuck anyone
Each and everybody ever tryna doubt this
Coming realer than you feel it I'm about this
Tryna found out where my house is you ain't clout bitch
Steady taking out these suckaz
And the hater mothafuckas putting a pistol in your mouth bitch
Cus imma murder each and every mothafucka
Sinful Seven out, the mothafuckas I hang around with

(Put your money where your mouth is...)