作曲 : Tracy Morrow/Richard Ascencio Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy'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 readyAight, know what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, *****es in g strings Gats fla*******n', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your **** 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 t**** 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 biretta Snitch, bet your *****, she in a pre-dug ditch' Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your ****, 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 gun play 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 itYou're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" 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 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 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 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 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 *******ver 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 sayMutha*****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 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 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 My friend, I thought this day would never come What do you mean, man? HeyWho 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 doHey man, wait a You treat me like a ***** Hey, yoNow look at you Look at you, mutha*****a 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 ***** 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 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[Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth High risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream Documents forged from my hitters from JamaicaIn and out of town, before you hit the ground This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off switch Suffocation don't last [Incomprehensible] you snitch 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 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
作曲 : Tracy Morrow/Richard Ascencio Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy'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 readyAight, know what you're in for, right? Blood flows like sands in the hourglass Cash moves everything, *****es in g strings Gats fla*******n', mothers make cream on a stick move Improve your **** 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 t**** 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 biretta Snitch, bet your *****, she in a pre-dug ditch' Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your ****, 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 gun play 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 itYou're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" 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 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 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 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 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 *******ver 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 sayMutha*****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 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 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 My friend, I thought this day would never come What do you mean, man? HeyWho 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 doHey man, wait a You treat me like a ***** Hey, yoNow look at you Look at you, mutha*****a 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 ***** 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 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[Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth High risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money through the S and L's and pro-ball teams Ain't no business untouched when it comes to cream Documents forged from my hitters from JamaicaIn and out of town, before you hit the ground This is the mob, baby, now you're on, no off switch Suffocation don't last [Incomprehensible] you snitch 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 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
