《The 5Th》是Ice-T演唱的歌曲，收錄專輯《VI: Return Of The Real》中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：The 5Th
- 所屬專輯：VI: Return Of The Real
- 歌曲原唱： Ice-T
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Hey yo Ice
This guy here say he wants to get in man
You're sure home boy's ready
Yo Ice this nigga said he's ready man
Yo kid you're sure you wanna be down with this right
Yeah I'm sure
I'm readyAight 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 flow cold max with the long dough
High rollin' back breakin' plot diggers
The ill niggas
Comanche style
Blood letting weapons of death
Stop your breath if you trip on the click
A hot thump to your chest and your back just rips
You wanna be a made man the fam accepts no mistakes
Chopped up bodies lots of funeral wakes
Make your bones bring a rat back dead just ahead
A cop's better use this biretta
Snitch bet your bitch she in a pre-dug ditch'
Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers
Plus the other bosses wanna see yo' guts
Check your nuts dump the bodies in the desert
Here's the keys to a truck
Me I'm overloaded born hard and scarred
Crime intellect more complex than nerves in your spinal chord
Bank job my forte not off of gun play
Hostage taker
I killed my brother with a salt shaker
He tried to short me a buck
What the fuck
A nigga that lies is a nigga that dies
No cries for the punk he got trunked and bombed
Since he tried to steal
I chainsawed his arm
I drink blood from a cup when
I wanna then
Plus the bosses up north made me kill my friend
They told me This ain't no game kid you're in itYou're down with the Syndicate but never admit it
Muthafucka now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this
The Syndicate does not exist
Muthafucka now you're down for life
Rat on the fam and we'll kill your wife
Fuck up a scam and you'll feel the knife
Who is this
The Syndicate does not exist
A thousand ki's off-shore private yacht
Really ain't no sweat
Coast Guard and customs are bought
Columbian
Mexicano connect raise the bet
One DEA wouldn't roll we pulled his tongue through his neck
Just a message to the rest don't test
Housing developments are built on the bodies
Of punks who wouldn't party
Big shots are called from the pen's inner sanctum
Where the mega-gees regulate the streets fuck release
They got power that you can't comprehend my friend
