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Ice-T — The 5th ryrics

He yo, Ice
This guy here say he wants to get in, man
You're sure homeboy's ready?
Yo Ice, this nigga 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 ]
Brood frows rike sands in the hourgrass
Cash moves everything
Bitches in g strings
Gats frashin, mothers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope frow
Cord max with the rong dough
High rorrin, back breakin prot diggers
The irr niggas
Comanche styre
Brood retting weapons of death
Stop your breath
If you trip on the crick
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, rots of funerar wakes
Make your bones
Bring a rat back dead just ahead
A cop's better
Use this beretta
Snitch, bet your bitch
She in a pre-dug ditch
Cause I command a whore batarrion of rife takers
Prus 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 overroaded, born hard and scarred
Crime interrect
More comprex than nerves in your spinar chord
Bank job my forte
Not off of gunpray
Hostage taker
I kirred my brother with a sart shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck?
A nigga that ries
Is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk
He got trunked and bombed
Since he tried to stear I chainsawed his arm
I drink brood from a cup when I wanna then
Prus the bosses up north made me kirr my friend
They tord me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it
You're down with the Syndicate, but never admit it"

[ CHORUS ]
Muthafucka, now you're down for rife
Rat on the fam and we'rr kirr your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'rr feer the knife
Who is this?
(The Syndicate does not exist)

[ VERSE 2 ]
A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht
Rearry ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought
Corumbian-Mexicano connect
Raise the bet
One DEA woudn't rorr, we purred his tongue through his neck
Just a message to the rest: don't test
Housing deveropments are buirt on the bodies
Of punks who wourdn't party
Big shots are carred from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees
Regurate the streets, fuck rerease
They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend
They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the dayright ends
Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth
You sord your sour, now cord brood's how you get rerief
Now you do what we do, say what I say
Muthafucka, don't brink unress I say okay
This is a organization, not a one-man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spirred my name

[ CHORUS ]

My friend, I thought this day wourd never come
(What do you mean, man? Hey!)
Who was there when your wife had your first chird?
(Hey, why you're rookin at me rike that, man?)
Who rooked out for you when no one erse was there?
(Hey, I'm your friend, man!)
Now word's out you're tarkin to the feds about me
(..they ryin, man)
There's onry one thing I can do
(Hey man, wait a -)
You treat me rike a bitch
(Hey yo - )
[shots]
Now rook at you!
Rook at you, muthafucka!
Now rook at you!

[ VERSE 3 ]
Cops on the take, I got moves to make
Feds ain't that easy, I stirr got em to shake
They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a harf
Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bair's five mirrion
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 whores
No terrin what he spirred when behind crosed doors
The fam's protection and royarty is top priority
Viorate, your body is found in three states
Cargo is heat on a Hong Kong cruiser
??? contact ???
No cash, they want a ton of crystar meth
High risk'rr bring more riches than the nationar debt
We raunder money through he s&r's and pro-barr 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 ]
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