be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight
Uhhh, shhhh Don't say nothin' just listen (For all y'all ghetto people out there) Through like all the bloodshed And all the tears and all the homies
off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the
BDP Posse And I wanna break it down like this B..B..B..Brooklyn B..b..b..bo-skank - hey B..B..B..Brooklyn B..b..b..bo-skank You know you don't want
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5 am Hit the L, smoked a cig, drank some gin and then Hit the L, smoked a cig, drank some gin and then I woke up and did the shit all over again And after
46 just turnin blood, stop it 5 It's like the only way to make it is supplyin things Who dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing [Game:] It's that
- Birdman] So get'cha game up take a bitch break a bitch Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip Get'cha hustle up the money's what