Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he to get in, man You're sure boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this said he's ready, man
Yo, kid you're you wanna be down with this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm Aight, what you're in for, right?
Blood flows like sands in the moves everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers cream on a stick move Improve your dope flow, cold max with the long
High rollin', back breakin' plot The ill niggas, style Blood letting of death your breath, if you trip on the click
A hot thump to chest and your back just rips You wanna be a man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use this
Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a ditch 'Cause I command a whole battalion of life Plus, the other bosses see yo' guts your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert
Here's the to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born and scarred Crime intellect, more than nerves in your spinal chord Bank job my forte, not off of gun
Hostage taker, I killed my with a salt shaker He to short me a buck What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga dies No for the punk, he got trunked and bombed
he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood from a cup I wanna, then Plus, the up north made me kill my friend told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the but never admit it"
Muthafucka, now down for life Rat on the fam and kill your wife Fuck up a scam and feel the knife Who is The Syndicate does not exist
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and we'll your wife Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the Who is this? The Syndicate does not
A ki's, off-shore private yacht ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought Columbian, connect, raise the bet One DEA wouldn't roll, we his tongue through his neck
Just a to the rest, don't test Housing developments are built on the Of punks who party Big shots are called the pen's inner sanctum Where the mega-gees regulate the streets, fuck
They got power that you can't comprehend, my want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit teeth You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get
Now you do we do, say what I say Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say is a organization, not a one-man gang And you die if I ever hear you my name
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and we'll kill wife Fuck up a and you'll feel the knife Who is this? The Syndicate does not
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and we'll kill your Fuck up a scam and you'll the knife Who is this? The Syndicate not exist
My friend, I thought this day never come do you mean, man? Hey Who was when your wife had your first child? Hey, why you're at me like that, man?
Who out for you when no one else was there? Hey, I'm friend, man Now word's out talkin' to the feds about me lyin', man
There's one thing I can do Hey man, a You me like a bitch Hey, yo
Now at you Look at you, Now at you
Cops on the take, I got to make ain't that easy, I still got 'em to shake They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million
Bounced him out in a hour, and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick Can't no chances, he romancin' with whores No tellin' he spilled when behind closed doors
The fam's and loyalty is top priority Violate, your body is found in states is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser [Incomprehensible] contacts your
No cash, they want a ton of meth risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball Ain't no business untouched when it comes to
Documents from my hitters from Jamaica In and out of town, you hit the ground This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off Suffocation don't last [Incomprehensible] you
Muthafucka, now you're for life Rat on the fam and we'll kill your up a scam and you'll feel the knife Who is this? The Syndicate does not
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and kill your wife Fuck up a scam and you'll the knife Who is The Syndicate does not exist