ain't no fuckin' joke They want to see a nigga broke, you can't slip, if you slip you're out You gotta know what you're talkin' about, drop science Every
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka
try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold in my fingers, gold in my ear When this jam's spinnin', gold's what you hear
lotta DJ's Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy You know what I'm sayin'? But can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin' nigga Evil E So right about
that They gonna put my record out I'm gonna be large, know what I'm talkin' about? In the first two years I made about three hundred bucks Yo, this business
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
[ Shawnie Shawn ] Yo, what's goin on Ice? [ Ice-T ] Yo what's up Shawnie Shawn? Man, just trippin off this girl, man [ Shawnie Shawn ] Girls? You? The
Yo, I met this girl the other night Hype super dope body and face, her mini skirt tight Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my
I had to be 'Cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe Your whole life is over (Through) Forget about your girl your (Crew) Nowhere to run, so what
brotherhood, we rock a blood oath Radical Posse down to death While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you Flexin' hardcore, what
one time I'm tryin' to save my community But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
and I fence for jewels Got some little kids that move my fuckin' dope in schools Got warrants for arrest in about twenty states Got a bigger body count
named Evil E My record label's called Warner B William Morris is my agency I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope Pitbull named Felony Got four gold albums, so what
is what they need Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half Autographs the list goes on If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song Stupid dope
gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one see's my vision when I play it for 'em They just say it's whack, they don't know what dope
The girls with the big, big booties I'm straight chilling, cooling out with cuties 21 and over ain't messing with juvies Girls always talking about, I ain't no groupie I ain't stupid, I know what
