Hey, yo, Ice This guy say, he wants to get in, man You're sure boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said ready, man
Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm Aight, what you're in for, right?
Blood flows sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, 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 weapons of Stop 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 Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just A cop's better, use this
Snitch, bet your bitch, she in a pre-dug I command a whole battalion of life takers Plus, the other bosses see yo' guts Check your nuts, the bodies in the desert
the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and Crime intellect, complex than nerves in your spinal chord job my forte, not off of gun play
Hostage taker, I my brother with a salt shaker He tried to short me a What the fuck? A nigga that lies is a nigga that No cries for the punk, he got and bombed
he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arm I drink blood from a cup I wanna, then Plus, the bosses up north made me my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, in it You're with the Syndicate but never admit it"
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 down for life Rat on the fam and we'll kill wife up a scam and you'll feel the knife Who is this? The Syndicate does not
A ki's, off-shore private yacht Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and are bought Columbian, connect, raise the bet One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue his neck
Just a message to the rest, test developments are built on the bodies Of punks who party Big shots are from the pen's inner sanctum Where the regulate the streets, fuck release
got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're before the daylight ends Your eyes and you grit your teeth You your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief
Now you do what we do, say I say Muthafucka, don't unless I say okay is a organization, not a one-man 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 the knife Who is this? The Syndicate not exist
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and we'll your wife up a scam and you'll feel the knife Who is this? The Syndicate not exist
My friend, I thought this day would never What do you mean, Hey Who was there when wife had your first child? Hey, why lookin' at me like that, man?
Who out for you when no one else was there? Hey, I'm friend, man Now word's out you're to the feds about me lyin', man
There's only one 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 had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five
him out in a hour, power Went and met him quick, hit him a ice pick Can't take no chances, he romancin' whores No tellin' what he when behind closed doors
The fam's and loyalty is top priority Violate, body is found in three states Cargo is heat on a Kong cruiser contacts your cruiser
No cash, they want a ton of meth risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money the S and L's and pro-ball teams Ain't no business untouched it comes to cream
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 last [Incomprehensible] you snitch
Muthafucka, now down for life Rat on the fam and we'll kill wife Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the Who is this? The does not exist
Muthafucka, now you're down for Rat on the fam and we'll kill wife Fuck up a scam and you'll the knife Who is The Syndicate does not exist