The 5th Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - Ice T

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 want to be down with this, right? 

Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready 

Aight 

Know what you're in for, right? 

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 want to 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 battalion of life takers 

Plus the other bosses want to 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 gun play 

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 want to 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) 

A thousand ki's, off-shore private yacht 

Really ain't no sweat, Coast Guard and customs are bought 

Colombian Mexicano connect 

Raise the bet 

One D-E-A wouldn'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) 

Now look at you! 

Look at you, muthafucka! 

Now look at you! 

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 and 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]