Lyrics The 5Th - Ice-T
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?
Blood
flows
like
sands
in
the
hourglass
Cash
moves
everything
Bitches
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
niggas
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
bitch
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
fuck?
A
nigga
that
lies
Is
a
nigga
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"
Muthafucka,
now
you're
down
for
life
Rat
on
the
fam
and
we'll
kill
your
wife
Fuck
up
a
scam
and
you'll
feel
the
knife
Who
is
this?
(The
Syndicate
does
not
exist)
Muthafucka,
now
you're
down
for
life
Rat
on
the
fam
and
we'll
kill
your
wife
Fuck
up
a
scam
and
you'll
feel
the
knife
Who
is
this?
(The
Syndicate
does
not
exist)
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,
fuck
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
Muthafucka,
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
Muthafucka,
now
you're
down
for
life
Rat
on
the
fam
and
we'll
kill
your
wife
Fuck
up
a
scam
and
you'll
feel
the
knife
Who
is
this?
(The
Syndicate
does
not
exist)
Muthafucka,
now
you're
down
for
life
Rat
on
the
fam
and
we'll
kill
your
wife
Fuck
up
a
scam
and
you'll
feel
the
knife
Who
is
this?
(The
Syndicate
does
not
exist)
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
bitch
(Hey
yo
-)
Now
look
at
you!
Look
at
you,
muthafucka!
Now
look
at
you!
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
bitch
wired
for
a
month
and
a
half
Snatched
my
nigga
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
whores
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
Glocks
and
c4
contacts
yukuza
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
throat
laceration
you
snitch
Muthafucka,
now
you're
down
for
life
Rat
on
the
fam
and
we'll
kill
your
wife
Fuck
up
a
scam
and
you'll
feel
the
knife
Who
is
this?
(The
Syndicate
does
not
exist)
Muthafucka,
now
you're
down
for
life
Rat
on
the
fam
and
we'll
kill
your
wife
Fuck
up
a
scam
and
you'll
feel
the
knife
Who
is
this?
(The
Syndicate
does
not
exist)
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1 Pimp Anthem
2 Cramp Your Style
3 (Haters)
4 Forced to do Dirt
5 Inside of a Gangsta
6 They Want Me Back In
7 (It's Going Down)
8 The 5Th
9 (Real)
10 Make the Loot Loop
11 The Lane
12 How Does It Feel
13 Rap Game's Hijacked
14 (Alotta Niggas)
15 I Must Stand
16 Return of the Real
17 Where the S**t Goes Down
18 (Rap Is Fake)
19 Syndicate 4 Ever
20 Bouncin' Down the Strezeet
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