Artist: Ice-T f/ Hot Dolla, L.P., Powerlord JEL (Rhyme Poetic Mafia) Album: VI: Return of the Real Song: Syndicate 4 Ever Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Opening Skit: Ice-T impersonating his player haters] [+] 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.. (*Screeching Tires*) [+] Yo, what the fuck is that?... (*Gun Shots*) [Verse One: L.P.] 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 (*Gun Shot*) It's your lyrical rock Syndicate killer, and fuck all niggaz [Chorus: Powerlord JEL] Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game You recognize real motherfucker Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever ------> Ice-T Now you wanna fuck with us, cause you recognize game You recognize some real motherfucker Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever ------> Ice-T [Verse Two: Hot Dolla] 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 [Chorus: Powerlord JEL] [Verse Three: Powerlord JEL] 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.. [Chorus: Powerlord JEL until faded]