The 5th Lyrics by Ice-t

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 ]

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