the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate
'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now I got one Hard to keep up ballin' when you'
start loc'in up United we stand, divided we fall They can shoot one nigga but they can't take us all Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow Man, I ball hard even with five fouls Yeah, we in this bitch like tampon's Dump you in the woods, now get yo' camp on Choke hold around
here Get me out of here Get me out of here I'm a celebrity get me out of here Baby I'm on tv I'm on the internet Been around the world and still I
done f***** up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all n*****
no tomorrow Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said it's over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote, all
Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit Well do you mind if I look around the car
all around the world It's the same song, everywhere It's the same song We gon' take you all around the world, same song Same song Same song All around
't feel more miles away So wrap me up return to sender, let's forget this five year bender Take me to my city by the bay I never knew all that I had,
when I step out, posted up in stilettos p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello if I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five borough's I'm in Brooklyn
funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus Niggas gather around, got gifts for each and all of y'all Take
Limbs Two - Le Cerf Malade Three - Gather Me Up Forever Four - I Am The Bloody Earth Five
only five more days and I can't wait It's almost Christmas time There's five, four, three, two, one more days All around the world You know there's five
streets are in demand for it Weh dem man a feel like when the rappers are rappin again Niggas are tryna get that money and they scrappin again All dem
A seventies entity girl look at my complexion If you can smell my cologne, you?re too close You small time, my net what you make gross Saturday?s everyday when you from around
as a kid I wasn't kiddin then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
it home Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know Oh, you was too drunk to drive, huh Damn right, I got a problem Huh, it's all good, trust me, it's all good Imagine