Songtexte The 5Th - Ice-T

Hey yo, Ice
This guy here said he wants to get in, man
You sure homeboy's ready?
Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man
Yo, kid, you sure you wanna be down with this, right?
Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
Alright
Know what you're in for, right?

Blood flows like sands of the hourglass
Cash moves everything, bitches in G-strings
Gats flashing, muggers make cream on a stick move
Improve your dope flow, come max with the long dough
High rolling, back breaking plot figures, 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 the head
A cop's better, use this Beretta
Snitch, bet your bitch you're in a pre-dug ditch
'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers
Plus the other bosses wanna see your guts, check your nuts
Dump the body 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 cord
Bank job's my forte, nut off of gun play
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 prize for the punk, he got trunked and bombed
Since he tried to steal, I chainsawed his arms
I drink blood from a cup when I wanted in
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"

Motherfucker, 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
Motherfucker, 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 keys offshore, private yacht
Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and Customs are bought
Colombian-Mexicano connect, raise the bet
One DEA wouldn'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 pens in the sanctum
Where the mega G's regulate the streets, fuck with these
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
Motherfucker, don't blink unless I say okay
This is an organization, not a one man gang
And you die if I ever hear you spill my name

Motherfucker, 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
Motherfucker, 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? Me
Hey, why you looking 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 talking to the feds about me
What's up, man? They lying, man
There's only one thing I can do
Hey, man, wait up
You treat me like a bitch
Yo
Now look at you
Look at you, motherfucker, 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 an hour, power
Went and met him quick, hit him with an ice pick
Can't take no chances, he romancing with whores
No telling 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, MT4, contacts, Yakuza
No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth
High risk'll bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through the 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 lacerations, you snitch

Motherfucker, now you're in 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
Motherfucker, 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