Syndicate

Who ya think you're fuckin' with here, chicken wing?
 I'll slit your neck from ear to ear it ain't no thing
 All of my stress repressed in this quest of 7 years
 And I ain't takin' no more shit from my peers
 Been stepped on and every foot is kept on a mental list
 For my fist
 Of power to strike when all my people unite
 So all the fakers and takers can see that Double E's right
 I come alive in the city that kills
 I got the phrase that pays and I'll make you feel chills
 You got a problem? Don't understand English?
 Well take a listen as I switch up on the language:
 No tengo el tiempo para perder en ustedes
 Ahora yo se como tu padre, puede
 Violar tu madre, como una puta
 Yo soy el que los abusan
 That's who you're fuckin' with
 Who ya think you're fuckin' with here?
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 Who ya think you're fuckin' with here?
 Come on
 Let me hear you say
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 You know I roll with the 2K click
 We drink 'till dawn and we never get sick just tired
 Of the punks talkin' shit
 Ain't a part of something so they criticize it
 It's all good, just like I said
 'Cause the dogs are hungry and they're gonna be fed
 Spinning yarn like you're in a cocoon
 But the recoil snap will set your mind right soon
 So all the pimps in the house say 'YO'
 YO!
 And all you fronters in the house got ta go!
 GO!
 Weighing us down like an oil spill
 'Cause the water's black and you fish are all ill
 Try to use your hype to bind us
 Next week your wife will find us
 Using the bone from your arm like a toothpick
 Cleaning your flesh from our teeth
 That's who you're fuckin' with
 Who ya think you're fuckin' with here?
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 Who ya think you're fuckin' with?
 In the house tonight, bitch believe the hype of the
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 Yeah
 Come on
 This is the last verse to bounce with then take it home
 They try to fuck with my mind
 Though I rhyme in time, come on!
 Pull your hand and shake it side to side once
 Tell me who you're fuckin' with now
 C'mon y'all
 I'll crack your head on the bathroom stall
 Like a walnut
 Shells remain on the floor while the score still stays the same
 Syndicate 1, all you other punks none
 I'm up on stage cause I belong here, son
 People call me under handed
 Tried the 9 to 5 gig
 Couldn't stand it
 Tracking lies & alibis has got me all but hypnotized
 Inside I'm like the energizer bunny
 I stepped to your scene like a movie screen test
 Found my kool dawgs, fuck the rest
 Ain't got time for no chicks who trip
 Smooth like an oil spill but don't slip
 Begging for less is your best request
 Your chest drips where the slug hits
 And that's who you're fuckin' with
 Who ya think you're fuckin' with here?
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 Who ya think you're fuckin' with?
 In the 2K click, I keep my hand on the dick of the
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 Yeah!