Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Syndicate 4 Ever , by - Ice T. Release date: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Syndicate 4 Ever |
| Yo nigga, where was you at last night? |
| — talk nigga! |
| Yo nigga, we was up in that club nigga, them Syndicate niggaz turned that shit |
| off |
| Nigga, fuck them bitch ass niggaz |
| Yeah, them niggaz got money, nigga |
| Fuck all them Syndicate niggaz, them niggaz ain’t shit |
| Yeah! |
| Motherfuckers think they make shit cause them motherfuckers got a little bit of |
| money and shit |
| True, man |
| Fuck that bitch-ass yellow-nigga Ice-T too |
| I don’t like that nigga |
| Nigga had no motherfucking father, Fuck Him! |
| Fuck them niggaz, right? |
| Niggaz don’t wanna see me, wanna see my motherfucking. |
| Yo, what the fuck is that… |
| Now, nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please |
| I scratch emcees like dog scratch flees |
| Grease, your competition, never finishing |
| Indo keep me high and I’m always on a mission |
| When it comes to kick it, AWWW I get the lowest |
| Bang like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris |
| Only fucking winner with these fools selling Gucci |
| Whispering MC H, just like Crispy down with Cooci |
| So those who wanna step into the steel like bleaks |
| Come get this lyrical ass whipping that’s gonna last for weeks |
| We got grease, Hardcore Hip-Hop gangster beats |
| Niggaz that’ll do you’ll leave you dead in the street |
| Recognize through this, this is how we do this |
| Barrel to your motherfucking back oozes |
| It’s your lyrical rock Syndicate killer, and fuck all niggaz |
| Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game |
| You recognize real motherfucker |
| Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever — |
| Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game |
| You recognize some real motherfucker |
| Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever — |
| The Rhyme Syndicate will never die, well let me tell you why |
| Cause we’re locs that’s always on a Ho-Ride |
| If you hear me, then I know you know that danger |
| I snatch mics from emcees, I move around with anger |
| Behavior of the maniac, that’s all I’ve had in me |
| Bombs’ll get brutal when I lock my mind, it’s empty |
| Simply I’m in this, but Gangster found that Genus |
| The one last murderer that never served the sentence |
| Wise up than an Asian, that’s holding to his books |
| I love them ghetto crooks, gave my banging for a hook |
| Now I’m much much longer when my pops was stupid flexed |
| I wanna get hex and bitches fuck with my set |
| Don’t let 95 patty, produce it like a hearse |
| These such fucking little punks, they think they down cause they curse, man |
| Fuck you motherfuckers, you ain’t shit, you ain’t crazy |
| Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily |
| Can I be destroyed? |
| Like Roy with two niggaz long enough |
| Now, I’m strong enough, to bust out handcuffs |
| Return of the rough, and rugged, so fuck it! |
| Rolling in a bucket, tracking down my dockets |
| It’s a fact that I be busting, fools lusting |
| Throwing fools away like wind dusting |
| Hand rushing, like Head Hunters, so I hunt heads |
| Leaving fools dead in a red, hear me what I said |
| It’s the Syndicate, I yelled from the day we call Eternity |
| Picture of all busters who ain’t heard of it |
| I’m burning it with dealers, killers |
| Cars stealers, cap peelers, big wheelers |
| Cool like the Chin Chilla, living in a villa |
| So nigga pass the Nillas |
| And let me take you back to the days of Crokersacs and Cadillacs |
| When niggaz broke their backs on the street to make ends meet |
| We roll deep; |
| in a late night hour on the. |