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Midnight hit, syndicate in full effect
Running up the numbers, demanding full respect
Sub-zero moves, strictly business, no emotion
Making waves across the block, dynamic like an ocean
Duffle bag loaded with the dirty green cash
Tires screaming loud when we make a quick dash
Federal surveillance trying to trace the whole crew
But we move like ghosts, disappearing out of view
High stakes hustle, put it all on the line
Serving hard reality, one day at a time
In the underworld, respect is never given—it's taken
One wrong move and your foundation is shaken
Heavy felony, strictly underground rules
Street-smart hustlers making profit out of fools
No snitching, no talking, lock it down in the dark
Leaving zero evidence, leaving only our mark!
Chrome on the hip, black leather on the hands
Executing plays according to the master plans
From the stash house back to the bulletproof truck
Out here in the shadows, we don't rely on luck
Zero evidence
Keep your mouth shut
Underground rules
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