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 ]