[Opening Skit: Ice-T impersonating his player haters]
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Yo nigga, where was you at last night? - talk nigga!
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Yo nigga, we was up in that club nigga, them Syndicate niggaz turned that shit off
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Nigga, fuck them bitch ass niggaz
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Yeah, them niggaz got money, nigga
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Fuck all them Syndicate niggaz, them niggaz ain't shit
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Yeah!
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Motherfuckers think they make shit cause them motherfuckers got a little bit of money and shit
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True, man
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Fuck that bitch-ass yellow-nigga Ice-T too
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I don't like that nigga
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Nigga had no motherfucking father, Fuck Him!
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Fuck them niggaz, right?
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Niggaz don't wanna see me, wanna see my motherfucking.. [Screeching Tires]
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Yo, what the fuck is that?... [Gun Shots]
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[Verse 1: L.P.]
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Now, nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please
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I scratch emcees like dog scratch flees
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Grease, your competition, never finishing
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Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission
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When it comes to kick it, AWWW I get the lowest
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Bang like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris
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Only fucking winner with these fools selling Gucci
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Whispering MC H, just like Crispy down with Cooci
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So those who wanna step into the steel like bleaks
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Come get this lyrical ass whipping that's gonna last for weeks
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We got grease, Hardcore Hip-Hop gangster beats
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Niggaz that'll do you'll leave you dead in the street
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Recognize through this, this is how we do this
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Barrel to your motherfucking back oozes [Gun Shot]
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It's your lyrical rock Syndicate killer, and fuck all niggaz
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[Chorus: Powerlord JEL]
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Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game
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You recognize real motherfucker
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Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever - [Ice-T]
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Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game
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You recognize some real motherfucker
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Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever - [Ice-T]
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[Verse 2: Hot Dolla]
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The Rhyme Syndicate will never die, well let me tell you why
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Cause we're locs that's always on a Ho-Ride
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If you hear me, then I know you know that danger
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I snatch mics from emcees, I move around with anger
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Behavior of the maniac, that's all I've had in me
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Bombs'll get brutal when I lock my mind, it's empty
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Simply I'm in this, but Gangster found that Genus
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The one last murderer that never served the sentence
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Wise up than an Asian, that's holding to his books
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I love them ghetto crooks, gave my banging for a hook
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Now I'm much much longer when my pops was stupid flexed
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I wanna get hex and bitches fuck with my set
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Don't let 95 patty, produce it like a hearse
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These such fucking little punks, they think they down cause they curse, man
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Fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy
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Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily
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[Chorus: Powerlord JEL]
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[Verse 3: Powerlord JEL]
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Can I be destroyed? Like Roy with two niggaz long enough
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Now, I'm strong enough, to bust out handcuffs
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Return of the rough, and rugged, so fuck it!
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Rolling in a bucket, tracking down my dockets
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It's a fact that I be busting, fools lusting
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Throwing fools away like wind dusting
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Hand rushing, like Head Hunters, so I hunt heads
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Leaving fools dead in a red, hear me what I said
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It's the Syndicate, I yelled from the day we call Eternity
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Picture of all busters who ain't heard of it
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I'm burning it with dealers, killers
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Cars stealers, cap peelers, big wheelers
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Cool like the Chin Chilla, living in a villa
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So nigga pass the Nillas
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And let me take you back to the days of Crokersacs and Cadillacs
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When niggaz broke their backs on the street to make ends meet
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We roll deep; in a late night hour on the..
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[Chorus: Powerlord JEL until faded]
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Syndicate 4 Ever
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| Ice-T |
