Syndicate 4 Ever - Ice T, DJ L.P, Powerlord Jell

Yo nigga, where was you at last night?

— talk nigga!

Yo nigga, we was up in that club nigga, them Syndicate niggaz turned that shit

off

Nigga, fuck them bitch ass niggaz

Yeah, them niggaz got money, nigga

Fuck all them Syndicate niggaz, them niggaz ain’t shit

Yeah!

Motherfuckers think they make shit cause them motherfuckers got a little bit of

money and shit

True, man

Fuck that bitch-ass yellow-nigga Ice-T too

I don’t like that nigga

Nigga had no motherfucking father, Fuck Him!

Fuck them niggaz, right?

Niggaz don’t wanna see me, wanna see my motherfucking.

Yo, what the fuck is that…

Now, nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please

I scratch emcees like dog scratch flees

Grease, your competition, never finishing

Indo keep me high and I’m always on a mission

When it comes to kick it, AWWW I get the lowest

Bang like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris

Only fucking winner with these fools selling Gucci

Whispering MC H, just like Crispy down with Cooci

So those who wanna step into the steel like bleaks

Come get this lyrical ass whipping that’s gonna last for weeks

We got grease, Hardcore Hip-Hop gangster beats

Niggaz that’ll do you’ll leave you dead in the street

Recognize through this, this is how we do this

Barrel to your motherfucking back oozes

It’s your lyrical rock Syndicate killer, and fuck all niggaz

Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game

You recognize real motherfucker

Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever —

Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game

You recognize some real motherfucker

Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever —

The Rhyme Syndicate will never die, well let me tell you why

Cause we’re locs that’s always on a Ho-Ride

If you hear me, then I know you know that danger

I snatch mics from emcees, I move around with anger

Behavior of the maniac, that’s all I’ve had in me

Bombs’ll get brutal when I lock my mind, it’s empty

Simply I’m in this, but Gangster found that Genus

The one last murderer that never served the sentence

Wise up than an Asian, that’s holding to his books

I love them ghetto crooks, gave my banging for a hook

Now I’m much much longer when my pops was stupid flexed

I wanna get hex and bitches fuck with my set

Don’t let 95 patty, produce it like a hearse

These such fucking little punks, they think they down cause they curse, man

Fuck you motherfuckers, you ain’t shit, you ain’t crazy

Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily

Can I be destroyed?

Like Roy with two niggaz long enough

Now, I’m strong enough, to bust out handcuffs

Return of the rough, and rugged, so fuck it!

Rolling in a bucket, tracking down my dockets

It’s a fact that I be busting, fools lusting

Throwing fools away like wind dusting

Hand rushing, like Head Hunters, so I hunt heads

Leaving fools dead in a red, hear me what I said

It’s the Syndicate, I yelled from the day we call Eternity

Picture of all busters who ain’t heard of it

I’m burning it with dealers, killers

Cars stealers, cap peelers, big wheelers

Cool like the Chin Chilla, living in a villa

So nigga pass the Nillas

And let me take you back to the days of Crokersacs and Cadillacs

When niggaz broke their backs on the street to make ends meet

We roll deep;

in a late night hour on the.