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The 5th

Thanks to jostmatt@bluewin.ch for these 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 ]

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