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