He yo, Ice
This guy here say he wants to get in, man
You're sure homeboy's ready?

Yo Ice, this ^!$$% said he's ready, man
Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right?
Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready

Aight
Know what you're in for, right?


[ VERSE 1 ]
Blood flows like sands in the hourglass
Cash moves everything

(*##$es in g strings
Gats flashin, mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow

Cold max with the long dough
High rollin, back breakin plot diggers
The ill ^!$$%s

Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath

If you trip on the click
A hot thump to your chest
And your back just rips

You wanna be a made man
The fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes

Make your bones
Bring a rat back dead just ahead
A cop's better

Use this beretta
Snitch, bet your (*##$
She in a pre-dug ditch

Cause I command a whole batallion of life takers
Plus the other bosses wanna see yo guts
Check your nuts

Dump the bodies in the desert
Here's the keys to a truck
Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred

Crime intellect
More complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte

Not off of gunplay
Hostage taker
I killed my brother with a salt shaker

He tried to short me a buck
What the $#&@?
A ^!$$% that lies

Is a ^!$$% that dies
No cries for the punk
He got trunked and bombed

Since he tried to steal I chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when I wanna then
Plus the bosses up north made me kill my friend

They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it
You're down with the Syndicate, but never admit it"


[ CHORUS ]
Mutha$#&@a, now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife

$#&@ up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this?
(The Syndicate does not exist)


[ VERSE 2 ]
A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht

Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought
Columbian-Mexicano connect
Raise the bet

One DEA woudn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck
Just a message to the rest: don't test
Housing developments are built on the bodies

Of punks who wouldn't party
Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees

Regulate the streets, $#&@ release
They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sold your soul, now cold blood's how you get relief

Now you do what we do, say what I say
Mutha$#&@a, don't blink unless I say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spilled my name


[ CHORUS ]

My friend, I thought this day would never come
(What do you mean, man? Hey!)
Who was there when your wife had your first child?

(Hey, why you're lookin at me like that, man?)
Who looked out for you when no one else was there?
(Hey, I'm your friend, man!)
Now word's out you're talkin to the feds about me
(..they lyin, man)

There's only one thing I can do
(Hey man, wait a -)
You treat me like a (*##$
(Hey yo - )
[shots]
Now look at you!

Look at you, mutha$#&@a!
Now look at you!

[ VERSE 3 ]
Cops on the take, I got moves to make
Feds ain't that easy, I still got em to shake
They had my man's (*##$ wired for a month and a half

Snatched my ^!$$% up in Aspen, bail's five million
Bounced him out in a hour - power
Went and met him quick, hit him with a ice pick
Can't take no chances, he romancin with !@^%s
No tellin what he spilled when behind closed doors
The fam's protection and loyalty is top priority
Violate, your body is found in three states

Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser
??? contact ???
No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High risk'll bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through he s&l's and pro-ball teams
Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream
Documents forged from my hitters from Jamaica

In and out of town before you hit the ground
This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off-switch
Suffocation ??? you snitch

[ CHORUS ]