Lyrics:

It's going down
From the ammo dump, I got my nigga SLJ
And DJ Aladdin droppin the phat tracks
Hit 'em with it
Syndicate's in the motherfuckin house
All duck MC's get flat, motherfuckers
Yeah
1993
And it's still me
Hot rappin brother from L.A. to Kool T
Diss a brother, hate a brother
I still come back with the phat tracks
Fuck the pop crap
I got a mind to cold diss a fool
Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools
For no reason
Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin
Prostitutes that can't shoot, yet you clock loot
Dance steps with weak styles, but you look cute
Bitch, that shit's wack
Let Hammer dance and you other fools ease back
The microphone is untwisted and clenched fist
Mind locked on red, I done load up my hit list
And make duck rappers pray
Many talk shit but none step this way
'Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown
Clock crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down
I play the whole map
Got hoes locked like a motherfuckin bear trap
Ice-motherfuckin'-T
But for hoes, G, they need two forms of ID
Never 'fess, not the best, but I'm hard to shake
Huh, watch the ice break
Watch the ice break

Yo, let's see now who's tryin to diss me
Say I sold out 'cause I rocked with the BC
You're all bitches, you're straight wack
Quick to talk shit but always behind the back
I do whatever I wanna do, punk ho
I rock a perm, you rock an afro
I wear khakis while y'all wear silk
Y'all drink 40's and I drink milk
'Cause that's my motherfuckin biz
I never sell out 'cause there's no sale, kid
Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start
Whether done over beats or a loud guitar
I drop the dope hits
In case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit
You 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 lot of shit out
You got paid, you really made out
You went broke when your one jam played out
Now you're searchin for that one more hit
Shit, I ain't new to this
I got gangs of gold, I come original
Then I break the mold
Too many MC's hit then fold, they're just fakes
Huh, watch the ice break
Watch the ice break

Yeah, Syndicate jumpin off 1993 on some old fly smooth shit
All the motherfuckers out there down with us, you know what I'm sayin?
We rollin strong
All the busters out there that got some static to say
We settin shit off physically this year
Like KRS-One says, 'Sucker MC's duck down'
Motherfuckers ain't takin no shit
I'm swingin on busters, point blank
Diss me and it's on, straight up
Now it's the break of dawn and the mic is still on
All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn strong
Many MC's have choked from the mic smoke
Those who tried to get with me lost in rhymin divinity
Or they lost some breath
They try to step to the Ice, it was sure death
'Cause I've been a beginner than you ever assumed
Drop the mic, go rap in your livin room
I love to quick kill
Swing on a nigga, sometimes hit the break-gill
Knuckle up, bust a fool in his fuckin eye
All hands, I need no gun, yo, punk, why?
'Cause if I pull my gun, you die
No second try
I gotta cool out now so I don't over-freeze
Nut up, and start murderin MC's
Start catchin bodies from state to state
Don the ski mask, and walk the street late
And do me up a whole damn crew
The ghetto voice is trippin but my mind's trickin me, too
So diss me and I'll meet you one day
And bet your life it won't be a fun day
I hope, nigga, it's not your fate
That you're around when the ice breaks
When the ice breaks