It's down From the Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ the fat tracks Hit em it Syndicate's in the house All duck MC's get flat,
And still me A rappin brother from L.A., the T a brother, hate a brother, I still come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop I got a mind to cold a fool Wack rappers sellin out me to pull tools For no Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock Dancesteps with the weak styles, but you cute Bitch, that shit's Let Hammer dance, and you other fools back The microphone in some in a clenched fist Mind locked on ???? load of my hit And duck rappers pray talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak Clock juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I the whole map Got hoes like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice T Before hoes gee they need two of I.D. fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake Huh, watch the Ice
the Ice break
Yo, let's see now who's to diss me Say I out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're wack to talk shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, hoe I rock a perm, you rock an I wear khakis, while wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I milk that's my muthafuckin biz I never out, cause it's no sale, kid to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done beats or loud guitars I the dope hits Case you forgot, I this gangsta shit You wanna to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can just new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you made out You went broke when your one jam out Now searchin for that one more hit I new to this, I got gangs of gold I come original, I break the mold Too MC's hit, then fold just fakes Hah, watch the Ice
Watch the Ice
Syndicate off 1993 On old fly smooth shit All the muthfuckas out down with us You know what I'm rollin strong All the busters out that got some static to say settin this shit off physically this year Like KRS-One Sucker duck down Muthafuckas ain't takin no I'm on busters, point-blank me and it's on up
Now it's the break of And the mic is on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are strong MC's that choke from the mic smoke Those who to get with me Lost in rhyme Or they breath Try to step to the Ice sure death Cause ??it's I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in living room I the quick kill Swing on a sometimes just to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, Cause if I my gun, you die No try I gotta cool out now, so I over-freeze Nut up and start murderin Start bodies from state to state Throw on a ski mask and walk the streets And do me up a whole damn The Geto was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, not your fate That you're when the Ice breaks
When the Ice