I wonder who they are The men who really run this land And I wonder why they run it With such a thoughtless hand What are their names And on what streets
are The men who really run this land And I wonder why they run it With such a thoughtless hand What are their names And on what streets do they live
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to believe in I need you right now, are you down to listen to me? Too many drinks have been given to me I got some women thats living off me Paid for their
you better disappear The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear So beat it, just beat it You better run, you better do what you can
than grabbing nines to buck tin in Gotta be more than just to lust women Gotta be more than platinum Rolexes, 600's and crushed linen Praise your name, I know some of them hate their
friends are cut throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their
cold doggin' my ass "What's your date of birth?", "What's your real name?" I stuck to my alias, I know the game If they don't know who you are, then
,though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM Yes,their
not to lose it No man can deny it, don't even try it I love ladies Ladies are you with me? Yeah I love Ladies Ladies are you with me? Yeah That sounds
on their feet So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat" I'm catchin' problems from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth but my words are
a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah Check me out It's time for me to kick game And if I can't do it, then ladies, Ice ain't my name
" You need a lot to go far What you think is rich, I just spent on a car What you think is paid, I just blew on a watch What you think is wealthy, I just
I think I better mention this I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louie or Fendi Those are fads and I ain't trendy But wheter your names Lucy, Terry, Laura or
's what I want Sex Oh, I put it in their blouse In their bra, in their little panties that their boyfriend saw I put it in their mini skirt and up their
fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, give the young G's names Bitches on the
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, tonight, what