It's down the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ the fat tracks Hit em it Syndicate's in the house All MC's get flat, muthfuckas
And still me A rappin brother L.A., the cool T a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, the pop crap I got a to cold diss a fool Wack sellin out urge me to pull tools For no Pop suckers hookin for hits like skeezin that can't shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the styles, but you look cute Bitch, shit's wack Let Hammer dance, and you fools ease back The microphone in some in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit And make rappers pray talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a clown Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie I play the map Got locked like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice T hoes gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm to shake Huh, the Ice break
the Ice break
Yo, let's see now who's to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're wack Quick to talk shit, but always the back I do whatever I wanna do, hoe I a perm, you rock an afro I khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink Cause that's my biz I never sell out, cause no sale, kid to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or guitars I drop the dope Case you forgot, I invented this shit You wanna to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, we can talk just new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you made out You went when your one jam played out Now searchin for that one more hit I ain't new to this, I got gangs of I original, then I break the mold Too MC's hit, then fold They're just Hah, watch the Ice
the Ice break
Syndicate off 1993 On some old fly smooth All the muthfuckas out there with us You what I'm sayin? rollin strong All the busters out there that got some to say We're settin this shit off this year KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck Muthafuckas takin no shit I'm swingin on busters, me and it's on up
Now the break of dawn And the mic is on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn Many that choke from the mic smoke Those who to get with me Lost in rhyme Or they lost Try to to the Ice equals sure death Cause ??it's then I begin?? you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your room I love the kill Swing on a sometimes just to break ill up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye All hands, I no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I my gun, you die No try I gotta cool out now, so I don't Nut up and murderin MC's Start catchin bodies from state to Throw on a ski mask and the streets late And do me up a whole crew The Geto was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I you one day And bet your life it be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your That you're when the Ice breaks
the Ice breaks