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Ice-t lyrics The 5th lyrics 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 ] 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" [ CHORUS ] 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) [ VERSE 2 ] 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 [ CHORUS ] 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 - ) [shots] Now look at you! Look at you, muthafucka! Now look at you! [ VERSE 3 ] 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 contact 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 you snitch [ CHORUS ] Other Ice-t lyrics: Freedom of Speech lyrics The Girl Tried to Kill Me lyrics Hit the Deck lyrics The Hunted Child lyrics The Iceberg lyrics Lethal Weapon lyrics Peel Their Caps Back lyrics You Played Yourself lyrics Shut Up, Be Happy lyrics This One's For Me lyrics 99 Problems lyrics Addicted to Danger lyrics I Ain't New Ta This lyrics G Style lyrics Gotta Lotta Love lyrics Home Invasion lyrics That's How I'm Livin lyrics Ice M.F. T lyrics It's On lyrics Message To The Soldier lyrics Body Count lyrics Bitches 2 lyrics Fried Chicken lyrics Mic Contract lyrics Ed lyrics Escape From The Killing Fields lyrics Fly By lyrics First Impression lyrics Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous lyrics Midnight lyrics Mind Over Matter lyrics New Jack Hustler lyrics O.G. Original Gangster lyrics Prepared To Die lyrics Pulse of the Rhyme lyrics Straight Up Nigga lyrics The House lyrics The Tower lyrics Ziplock lyrics Drama lyrics Heartbeat lyrics Grand Larceny lyrics L.G.B.N.A.F. lyrics Personal lyrics Power lyrics I'm Your Pusher lyrics High Rollers lyrics Radio Suckers lyrics Cramp Your Style lyrics Forced to Do Dirt lyrics Dear Homie lyrics How Does it Feel lyrics I Must Stand lyrics Inside of a Gangsta lyrics Make the Loot Loop lyrics Pimp Anthem lyrics Rap Games Hijacked lyrics Return of the Real lyrics The Lane lyrics They Want Me Back In lyrics Where the Shit Goes Down lyrics Intro lyrics 6'n The Mornin' lyrics Make it Funky lyrics Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!) lyrics 409 lyrics I Love Ladies lyrics Sex lyrics Pain lyrics Squeeze the Trigger lyrics 7th Deadly Sin (Intro) lyrics Don't Hate The Playa lyrics Check Your Game lyrics Get Your Moneyman lyrics NY, NY lyrics Valuable Game lyrics Eye Of The Storm lyrics Always Wanted To Be A Ho lyrics Fuck It lyrics CJ Mac Interlude lyrics Retaliation lyrics Threat Interlude lyrics Check Your Heart lyrics Sondoobiest Interlude lyrics Common Sense lyrics God Forgive Me lyrics Ice's Exodus lyrics Reckless (12") lyrics Depths of Hell lyrics Colors lyrics Pimpin' Ain't Easy (Godfather Theme) lyrics |