He yo, Ice
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This guy here say he wants to get in, man
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You're sure homeboy's ready?
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Yo Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man
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Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right?
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Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
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Aight
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Know what you're in for, right?
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
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Cash moves everything
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Bitches in g strings
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Gats flashin, mothers make cream on a stick move
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Improve your dope flow
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Cold max with the long dough
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High rollin, back breakin plot diggers
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The ill niggas
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Comanche style
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Blood letting weapons of death
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Stop your breath
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If you trip on the click
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A hot thump to your chest
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And your back just rips
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You wanna be a made man
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The fam accepts no mistakes
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Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes
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Make your bones
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Bring a rat back dead just ahead
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A cop's better
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Use this beretta
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Snitch, bet your bitch
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She in a pre-dug ditch
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Cause I command a whole batallion of life takers
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Plus the other bosses wanna see yo guts
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Check your nuts
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Dump the bodies in the desert
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Here's the keys to a truck
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Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred
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Crime intellect
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More complex than nerves in your spinal chord
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Bank job my forte
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Not off of gunplay
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Hostage taker
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I killed my brother with a salt shaker
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He tried to short me a buck
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What the fuck?
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A nigga that lies
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Is a nigga that dies
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No cries for the punk
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He got trunked and bombed
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Since he tried to steal I chainsawed his arm
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I drink blood from a cup when I wanna then
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Plus the bosses up north made me kill my friend
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They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it
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You're down with the Syndicate, but never admit it"
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[ CHORUS ]
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Muthafucka, now you're down for life
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Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
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Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
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Who is this?
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(The Syndicate does not exist)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht
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Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought
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Columbian-Mexicano connect
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Raise the bet
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One DEA woudn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck
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Just a message to the rest: don't test
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Housing developments are built on the bodies
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Of punks who wouldn't party
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Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
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Where the mega-gees
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Regulate the streets, fuck release
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They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
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They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends
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Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
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You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief
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Now you do what we do, say what I say
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Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay
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This is a organization, not a one-man gang
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And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name
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[ CHORUS ]
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My friend, I thought this day would never come
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(What do you mean, man? Hey!)
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Who was there when your wife had your first child?
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(Hey, why you're lookin at me like that, man?)
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Who looked out for you when no one else was there?
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(Hey, I'm your friend, man!)
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Now word's out you're talkin to the feds about me
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(..they lyin, man)
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There's only one thing I can do
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(Hey man, wait a -)
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You treat me like a bitch
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(Hey yo -)
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[shots]
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Now look at you!
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Look at you, muthafucka!
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Now look at you!
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Cops on the take, I got moves to make
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Feds ain't that easy, I still got em to shake
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They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half
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Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million
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Bounced him out in a hour - power
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Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
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Can't take no chances, he romancin with whores
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No tellin what he spilled when behind closed doors
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The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority
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Violate, your body is found in three states
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Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser
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??? contact ???
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No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
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High risk'll bring more riches than the national debt
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We launder money through he s&l's and pro-ball teams
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Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream
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Documents forged from my hitters from Jamaica
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In and out of town before you hit the ground
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This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off-switch
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Suffocation ??? you snitch
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[ CHORUS ]
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The 5th
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| Ice-T |
