the fye! put out the fye! i'll ..that nigger no front! white photo... i can buy any brick i want! ..so much.. smell like... so much ...feel like a trap
dey dont want no bread everybody in the gane say he trap like u go against the grain trap or die 2 Trappin aint dead you niggas jus scared niggas
guys, because de whole lot a dem saps All de talk dem a talk and dem fly make no drop Nuff ghetto youth cannot escape the trap Give me this one shot
used serve five bird like a Pontiac rewind me back and you know where they used to find me at in the backsacks filling something for insomniacs dope boy trap
know, seen? Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man Come talk wit reality An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ? face No Ice-T, come talk wit reality
a curse Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in
on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put my own shit out So no one tells me what the fuck to talk about And all the suckas
love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod I'm off the hook, checkin' traps in Vegas Full link mink with
wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit
, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk
giving, forget about your troubles get into the rhythm The rhythm (Talking about the rhythm) (10x)... Yo, yo, you know what the world needs? Rhythm! The rhythm (Talking
strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me I try to ignore him, talk to
bullets real fast what a chop do (Bleow) I'm Gucci mane laflare I tote a glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangaz, we cop bangaz Trappin' at night
? Flocka! (Brick Squad) Ima die for this shawty man i swear to god In the trap wit some killers and some hood niggas (Whassup) Where you at? Where your trap
When I come up in the club, I'm talking mad shit, Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on
get mad Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap If you work out, gotta get it right back I trap by
Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck double XL, you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk shit