Founds total 7 songs
The Syndicate
Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin ass. In any form, or matter, or mass. (This ain't science class) I know but it's science. From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance.
Soul On Ice
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali. Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's. Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure.
Pimpin' Ain't Easy (godfather Theme)
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy. So much gold that jewelry don't phase me. Coroless phone,eight or nine homes. Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones.
Personal
Emcee's no time out, it's time to rhyme out. You've dug your own grave, now you must climb out. Dig out, crawl out, hide from the fallout. 'Cause when I get mad I go all out.
High Rollers
Speed of life, fast, it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass. It's like, jumpin' rope on a razor blade. All lightning quick decisions are made. Lifestyle plush, females rush.
Grand Larceny
Stick up, hands in the air. You move, you lose 'cause the ICE don't care. No chance to run, don't shout. Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out. Grand larcenist, soloist, felonist, vocalist.
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