Hey, yo, Ice This guy say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga he's ready, man
Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm Aight, know what you're in for,
Blood flows like in the hourglass Cash everything, bitches in g strings Gats flashin', mothers make cream on a move Improve your dope flow, cold max the long dough
High rollin', back breakin' plot The ill niggas, Comanche Blood weapons of death Stop breath, if you trip on the click
A hot thump to your chest and your just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better, use biretta
Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug 'Cause I command a whole battalion of takers Plus, the other bosses see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the
the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, hard and scarred Crime intellect, more complex than nerves in your chord Bank job my forte, not off of gun
Hostage taker, I killed my brother with a salt He tried to short me a the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies No cries for the punk, he got trunked and
Since he to steal, I chainsawed his arm I blood from a cup when 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 the Syndicate but never admit it"
Muthafucka, now down for life Rat on the fam and we'll kill wife Fuck up a scam and you'll the knife Who is this? The Syndicate does not
Muthafucka, now you're for life Rat on the fam and we'll kill your Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the Who is The Syndicate does not exist
A ki's, off-shore private yacht Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are Columbian, Mexicano connect, the bet One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue his neck
Just a message to the rest, don't developments are built on the bodies Of punks who wouldn't Big are called from the pen's inner sanctum Where the regulate the streets, fuck release
They got power that you comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, dead before the daylight ends eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief
Now you do we do, say what I say Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say This is a organization, not a gang And you die if I ever hear you spilled my
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and kill your wife Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the Who is this? The Syndicate not exist
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and kill your wife Fuck up a and you'll feel the knife Who is this? The does not exist
My friend, I thought this day never come do you mean, man? Hey Who was there when your wife had your child? Hey, why you're lookin' at me that, man?
Who looked out for you when no one else was 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 Feds ain't easy, I still got 'em to shake They had my man's bitch for a month and a half Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, five million
Bounced him out in a hour, Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice Can't no chances, he romancin' with whores No what he spilled when behind closed doors
The fam's and loyalty is top priority Violate, your body is found in states Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong [Incomprehensible] your cruiser
No cash, they a ton of crystal meth High risk will bring more than the national debt We money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams Ain't no business untouched it comes to cream
forged from my hitters from Jamaica In and out of town, you hit the ground This is the mob, baby, now on, no off switch don't last [Incomprehensible] you snitch
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 does not exist
Muthafucka, now you're for life Rat on the fam and we'll kill wife Fuck up a scam and feel the knife Who is this? The Syndicate does not