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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Intro)
Niggas, man F**k up, trying to extort me nigga? F**k man, what? Global thugs baby Crab niggas frontin for what? Pollyin shit Word, come on god What What What (Chorus: Joe Mafia) Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son (Joe Mafia) I'm driving megaton bombs, armageddion Modern day babylon, we hell storm ex-cons Expressure with the swarm, mellow with the dram Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, f**king with feltron We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm spar Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut? You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Ross Perot Treasury gold, the mapin glow Chorus 2X (Myalansky) Classic tight, street main events get rich For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got plans see Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream Settin' though I had to let them fags know for real yo Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out Apachi and P keep your shit locked Niggas must be stupid or something Vandalizin my man Shan with, Kidnappin my man little Steve And now the fans shifted All of my thugs eating from hell's kitchen Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching What Chorus 2X (Outro) Haha Yo, Red Joe you better stop snitchin boy Word Up All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out You know what I'm sayin (echo) |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Chorus: Trigga - Money Makin' Operation)
We famous decorators Outlaws with the force with the Money Makers Wu-Tang when we bang we be regulators Player haters can't play us cuz the thugs obey us Bust a slug to save us (Joe Mafia) Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper time Pop the tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined Extortin air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe Slap 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trash Monster mash, half ass on the war path Suffer land, give a fuck, grand crashin the Pan Am My squad Van Damme, the shit was suntan VA so tanned, without the beenie rap, who? Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini crash Kiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellency No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality Meet the headless heat (Trigga - Money Makin' Operation) Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasize It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough waste This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes Brutalize projects, caught up with the fake True villain, when I vacate I'm Cold Chillin Niggaz spillin, picture the man, ice grillin Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle For 25 years of tears and no fears Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we foul Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and child It's the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a storm Far from norm, life legacy live long Represent, I reside in eternal torment Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortions Yea, big before I return hit the porcellain (Ill Knob - K.G.B.) The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus Cuz I don't got time for these faggots, they frontin But I'm about to break em out the havoc with the fire I battle water, what you order? You would run far from the slaughter I'm gunnin out whoevers in the order the hitch out, no bitch out I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your rich out A nigga ditch out for yourself and your family Cuz I don't want nobody layin, handin me I'm livin life, profanity, insanity Because I'm not sane, insane When I rockin on the block I gots to push my cane Got to live in this life, baby, times is trife Have to be on my side if you playin my wife No knife come between us, married to my Syndicate Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be this It's hard to beat us and you don't wanna be this When you warmin up ya fist, you don't wanna be missed Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, what the fuck? (Myalansky) This is yea, three burners, made Tina Turner dance Probably you kidin me, only my man bust outta me I was gotta slicin the pot by about a three Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me? All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man croke Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn moat Joke, lock the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down Slow Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flow Biography, million of my fans get painted robbery A to Z enyclopedia, color photography Penitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass took Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu Smacked up in front of your bra, what his man do? Eyes gluded to my right hand Don't rush me, what that bitch nigga scream? Runnin through traffic like lightnin My loud boss screamin, yellin for wifin You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, collie on Marlon Brando rap, your rolie on '97 bar, tighten storm door, war was on '98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore to my pa', give my last call, pass the shoe horn Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove on We above your valley cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina Niggaz dance (Chorus (x3)) (Outro: Trigga) Famous decorators, yea, yea Poison Clan... *echo* |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
wu syndicate what goin on
chilin with the beat,represent killer bees song all atime is prayer to allah from my love with my main check this gun to my enemy shut up on the devils mouth blow in up goin up check my ryhmes check my lyrics comin with the top emmo every day all a day what, this is the beat from the wu syndicate a be rap in hear give me one minute on a mike mikrophone com in brhother on fire bitch devil your desiger fuck up i chillim at come my back we killer bees crue com in neggez on attac bzzzzzzzz bring in at on this nation concentration give my to Quation in the rap station stop stop it i com in to my live goin in the battle contest battle with my enemy my lyrics come on so fett battle in the second round is not problem for my then i'm a young solder lockin are rebbel with my red lazer eyes to my enemy is face fire up fire up bitches neggez goin up peace this is one last from my live peace wu syndicate to the keep your mains open peace to the wu-tang famylie method man,rza,gza,gohstfacekiller,inspectadeck,reakwon,u-god,mastakiller, o?irtybastard,cappadonna,peace all killer bees famylie sheyime and the suns of man to the royafame peace to all killer bees familie from my love PEACE PEACE PEACE (FROM TAMER A.K.A ORIGINAL SOLDER)SALUT SALUT SALUT..... |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Intro: sampled)
Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including the members of the rap group Wu-Syndicate and another suspect, 12 O'Clock alledgedly have infiltrated and taken over the industry. We'll keep you updated as more news becomes available. (Napolean) I pull heist like the Colombo's, mob price, traffic is closed The Heiroglyphics, son, watch the money power When I was 19 wrote the wheel, cherished the poker life 25 man's rack, kidnappin his thug wife Glamorous, en-vi-vivangelist, fuck his fanatics Just from Los Angeles, blowin like Alanis Napolean, vision of Malibu golden sands Roll with J in a bubble outlet, you know the clan (Joe Mafia) Schemed out my mind Ghetto syringes tooken with spy ninjas Mafia with swiftness, conductin the sheist business Probably win, minor gotti click, abduction My peeps, extortion flame, the holo-tips corruptin this metropolis It drain slow, over karets, see a vain hoe, maintain, oh Ya flame thrower, UFO, niggaz is jakin at hoes Playin the same tunes for Picollo's A shy house, slangin Micollo's Duckin the snot mineral (12 O'Clock) I put the hoe at risk, I make 'em carry my grip In the whip with the extra clips She could stick it up her pussy Don't get scared, I'm real deep They just put up the doofy I think the po's 'bout to poo me And if they do, you better say we goin' to the movie If they ask my name, it be Benetton McClain If shit gets serious, bitches soakin in fame Now I change the name 12 O'Clock off into a white cop Bitch cursin a lot, stop This shit is creatin more situations She gon' take it, 5 years probation sittin at home waitin For me to come home, lacin me up, boot (Myalansky) Yo, chill 12 O'Clock, the feds rushed my man spot Pictures of the proda-blue land down in Suzanne's shop Questionin this cat I knew named Dredd Scott Polly yo cousin stashed half of a man inside his dread snot Just before he made it back to Bedrock He had testified against this cat from up to pushin a Benz drop Trafficin coke back in a bread box, then I heard it wasn't coke Shit was terron, raw eggs, stop Should of clapped his ass, I seen a flash cop Swarmin in the parkin lot, projects hot Tropic is scorchin rock, hrad to try to cop a knot Informer type faggots they snitch Bitches, they talk a lot, stab 'em with dick Beady overdosed, clockin syran, too many minerals Pockets stay mad with no ears, this shit is petifull Cheddar bring the jealousy, burners blaze over some beef Dead in my industry, I can't lie My head is defeat, pussy ain't nothin sweet All my niggaz are locked in the beast Who used to run with me, Daddy-O Daddy you home, you livin comfortably Respect due, but never is paid Bitch comfort me, heroin, crack Pagin each other, jump on a jack for fee Hundred dollars, sell it, we took Another way to eat, I can't lie Shit that I write is like a legacy ...a legacy |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia)
Global thug politics, every man in his argument We form as one, who can abolish it? Projects the heart of this Catch heat, but 4 novelists The pain is deep, try and swallow this (12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu) Niggaz know my steez, I jet to D.C. Chromed-down M3, nigga that play B.E.T. Joe Clair, why these faggot-ass niggaz stare? Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't care? They say he hold a nigga fruit like pear Pussy, come here, let me whisper in your ear I make your clit disappear I play the wizard, bring blizzard 4-4 heavy when I left it, Puffy shit I dis it For them locks, I bring Vietnam shots If you dare beatbox down my block Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire cops Remember one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop (Joe Mafia) It's like sortin out down a fresh bundle Drain my pain on your brain muscle The custle, 2 cats to die hustlin Fiend creamin men, lavish establishment Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy rich Kille the benidict, chicks get the rented dick Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the latest My whole team roll to blow steam Put you in a smash, nickel gleam tied to your ass, roll out the welcome mat The red carpet war onslaught, you the target I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp shit Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day? Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style shifted Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the biscuit Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles (Chorus (x2)) (Myalansky) Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bent Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my flick Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips Project scandles I handle, still on some calm shit Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcher Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies Global thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy (Napolean) We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los Angeles Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits Natural advantage, you take life for granted Livin savage, even moose know how it is to manage Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black hands Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils and burnin fossils, on death beds in cold hospitals It's logical, don't think it's impossible Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost possible Blessed with insisted stroll insite to attract Godesses with tropics rays of sunlight Get to right, nigga, snakes slither in the form of the Amazon River Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliver their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress who confess, I possess the men-tal of an Aztec Get your ass wettened while you peep this Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches When feds come, they never speechless Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in secret |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia)
Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up) Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up) Was in the court room the other day, they try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word) They can't do all that time man, some common will shit I know they trying to do though They trying to snatch us up the street So they can reproduce their seeds through are women Shit is hot, it's the golden sands {Myalansky} Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization Big heads fled the country, bags of lucci Rags of gucci, down at Carantang, true see They got no proof from daddy type manuevers Down so low, operations moves through the sewers Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stock Making cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a pot Locked in storage, steady moving forward Seein flash of lights, no paranoia fright It's trife, sending mom through kites from natural life Son of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-a Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pager Handeling business, mind bogling, split decisions Johnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison Then informers, follow you state cuttin corners Hotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on you Greesy moves under alias names You catching no sleep, it's hot in these streets The Golden Sands Chorus {Joe Mafia} In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan't grands Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex lands We throwing darts, what? And got some big plans Living life in the golden sands {Myalansky} In the project, all big willie cats oh yeah We see you shining pushing GX Lex with girls Niggas get shook up, time weather get out of hand Living life in the golden sand {Joe Mafia} Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargo Foranardo, suit the neck drive passtol Suit the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fame Out with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintage Catch to clap you if you ask Emmitt Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medics And cut on 101 and then put you out on anestetics Rhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweiler Criminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar? I execute ambasadors, clapping Hammers as Thor, sparking eight east wars So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it gets Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic Ill crafted, to spread malice My team max it, legacies for milleniums Wu-Syndicate, emblems more feared then Benjamins Chorus |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Intro: Myalansky, (Joe Mafia))
Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time, son (Aight, son, it's all Wu) Gimme some play, man, it's cold world right now (It's real out here man, word up) Wu-Syndicate Icy, (ice, ice, ice It's fridget out here God) Grab your coat! (Word) (Chorus: Napoleon) It's the modern day Ice Age The world's frozen, turned front page Cats with icy bloodstreams in the rage Thirty-two degrees below poverty, feds drug raid and lock you in a cage where it's cold, the Ice Age (Myalansky) Peace to freed jail cats come home, now they cop ranges Hand to hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger Caught up in VA, New York language Miami niggas had these projects locked till the knox raided Holdin ball, paint job, the top flavor What up my nigga? Rock the gold teeth grill, bally some dark suede gear Twenty dollar bill mixed with speed ball Teen team burn, finger firey red, makin the king fall Incarceration, as an incarconsist is your education 150 gats with clip, arsonists in the makins Slight back your moon roof, gimme some liquer straight no prune juice wildin' all night, who let the goons loose? (Chorus (x2)) (Joe Mafia) City serpent, street merchant, networkin Oakwood suburban, dirty swervin, poppin Germans Mindor way now, shorties want style that's foul, flagrant ya laced shit Case can't face it, house arrest, I shake the gates and give up for flesh, money long, Sonny singin funny songs The street songs, faggot at arms, retire firearms Lamb skin, master craftsman, just stay flashin Mashin, chest burnin from a thug passion I tilt bottles up in the club, fuckin with dick models Dick throbbin, Haley's comet, 2G will ever aristotle Extort cream near the Fort Green, Cali palm trees Clam stee, Vietnam fleet, ya scream 'fore I bomb thee (Chorus) (Napoleon) That's icy medallions with a icy bloodstream Rip shit with platinum niggaz, that blew off Ice Cream Peace to ice that got them things that you measure with triple beams Some are words, turn to ice, turned my moms into fiend P rocked some much ice, we called him iceberg He touched an iceberg, how did that benz waggin hit that iceberg? Now the word's out about Wu-Syndicate, ice heist a lease On pyramids, ice men gave dominicans ice keys I see quality, bitches suckin' dick with icys for ice rings Now them theme cats are Romanian Ice bracelets crown fiends, that's a chilly willy thing I need an igloo in Alaska to escape Lucifer's sting (Chorus (x2)) (various talk to fade) |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
* - originally appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"
(Myalansky) Let's get this money for real. It's time to get paid baby. Lutunza. All that shit. For real. It's planned gains. Just don't want no money. For real. Shit is real in the feel out here. Yeah. When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze Model hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel Castro Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick? Heist 20th century glock, murder with own clip Eighty-t along things, storm rip Spots, where the bricks, eight-box, jewellery? Empire fall quick, project legacy involved with Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been found since Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip? Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's lids Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is undivided Lives got you cryin when homicide hit Look them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him (Chorus: Myalansky) Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants Thought he used his head, but he snitched Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch Eight hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich Found dead, stallion horse head in your whip Tote, heist 20th century glock, guns and clips Run your shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit (Myalansky) So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your plot? Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock Hundred grand inside a shoebox, his man did drop Some weed, who popped? You know scared money stinged with a two shot Dirty cash shinin' next day, women get new rocks Flashin' big heads, Hermy in benzies bangin' Tupac He lay up with the wiz because it's too hot How the fuck them pussies try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop? ?Preparation verbalhands?, they want they loot butt He must've been a mad man, only really thugs come at ya, shoot ya Chase your bitch up off the road up in a ?soup-up? M.I.A. chick found missin' in action, never no clue, what? And still the beef been over too months, to gain this meal, you front Ones that snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, news at six For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at your click, lutunza hit (Chorus) (Myalansky) Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, wasn't smart, why? Holdin your clip in your slot time Specialize a whole sale of hot nines State is ill, surely pumpin coke on ? Locked in a frontline, cuz he was a fiend for chocolate-eyes Bang Marvin Gay CD let's get it on, makin a wretch cry Bitches that he dated wasn't dead fly His ugly chick Sibrina said he was hungry off lu-chi Shorty's way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so surprised Should of seen how he flinched when he got baptised Took him to the safe and called told him ?clap ties? One of his mans was throwin up cuz he panicked, slug in his left eye Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat died Escapin with the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide Amateurs frontin and shit, matchin in death, for funds and bricks Cousin was rich, lutunza hit (Chorus) |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Joe Mafia)
It all started with snortin up D Breakin in apartments, rollin in stolen cars Stickin dicks, trickin in strip bars Fly niggaz, whips tinted, switch it up, cop granted Onslaught twisted, Bougard in the Clark, ripped sinned Sudafed heads bent over when they sniffed it Project song, birds tempted while the D's skipped it Now add it up, jungle younger days, my head is struck from after buck, the Hollywood swingin in Eddie Bauer truck Close cuts, devious Devastator hot tracks bang Very marvelous hearts string, wobbly dart sting Melody, plated in gold, but hold the legacy Destiny, to the death of me, roll with Killa Bees (Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia) Metropolis ghetto politics, mob hits Thug logic is hot, I can't stop it It's easier to knob and hard to knock two City lights, gettin busy like J. lockin who (Joe Mafia) Benevolent, shine florescent, produce novelist transcripts The power surge cut the lights out, save all that shit for the fuckin birds Murder is Texas, asserted to death, perverted the skets You confer with nothin less, the quick death Get the head gased, dead fast, ready rock, hand cock I shit your whole cast and I ain't dyin for friends Onyx dense, instead of slugs, dunn, I'd rather drop jems from fake thugs frontin, I'm not him Since my life worth nothin, I'm not him don't get it confused I hold peace but got a short fuse, so watch your mouth dude In ghost towns, no white sheets, dunn, nice when on the mic piece, 3 points stance with metal cleets I tackle the track, a battle cat Leave the grade off the wall, mad mafia rap, cannibal impact I rattle clicks and I ain't havin shit, I'm emphatic wish Strategic war tactics you lack, murder one element (Chorus) (Joe Mafia) It all floors from the source, abort the cause of this Corporates you could take an add-on, puffin some ? Snake bite, venomous peak game with the swiftness Crack vile smile, stuff my hand shakes, fuckin with grinches Higher cake look, it's easier with hooks Pipes grillin mafia, but you shook with it sunnin who My team spitted, niggaz on some petty ass pleads stoppin for murder reps, I plnat my lice fan on the streets Stretch, escapin death with every step, hold my own weight Control fate, plus with sole mate, on some mistakes And who bets on who bubble gates, my mental beyond moets and cristal I'm poppin high burnin pistols and need no switch dials Dealin with cats lustin for scraps, whippin hustle cracks We block jostle, fuckin with rats, rollin out welcome mats It's hellbound, bustin my crown, seven point five Known to get live, conquer new land, I will survive (Chorus (x2)) |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Intro)(Joe Mafia)
Shit, pass the clubs it over here Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt Niggas got Napolean down Gassed their whole scene (Napolean) Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states Fans walked in with ten video tapes I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman Took both families out for a hundred grand Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami, Who flexed gold just on his Lex But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana Game info about this chick named Tiwanna Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains Underground stash location with six million To take, revail straight mafia shit Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted Murder cases, some foul and some fixed Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints Chorus- Myalansky Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in Shisty can't leave no traces and shit We barkin here (Joe Mafia) We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out Who thugged his back out? I can't see him One of the cats shot the lights out Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun Turn around son, blow we bust one So close it almost touched him You aight son? I got this He wanna jam son dun, you cop this? They trying to leave a nigga rockless When he came into the spot though Watching Polio get dough They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door We made our way out, with the flame out With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point Who thugged his back out? Chorus (Myalansky) Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid Though we never forget their ass Stash the burners, no fingerprints No rust say shit, routine, go head Chorus |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
(Chorus: Myalansky)
Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war (Myalansky) Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested Project cats with guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov' Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell I'm saying, "Fuck the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores (Chorus) (Napolean) Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty Like Diamond Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition 15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese yams What? What? What? (Chorus) (Joe Mafia) Innocent on some plead the 5th shit Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the dominant Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages So, I'm contagious sick, touch my caliber Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calender Fuck, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass with lead in his ass, caught in the rash Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes Villains got my world baptized Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo 38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes So, what the fuck you suppose happened? For calling me out, fuck rapping We gun clapping, the sharp shooter It be the case with the stolen ruger And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard (Chorus) (Outro: Myalansky) Thug was, thug war... |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
Intro
Watch yourself Keep where my eyes could see International Crime Syndicate Thugs, niggas Whatsup Whatsup {Myalansky} Cats be eyeing me, somebody snitching somebody dying see Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was buyin three Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty teeth Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty street Look what? Pretty boy get him, right there yo pass the heat Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city heat Arsenal, blazin them weapons when there some murder beef He's unheard of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets Chorus: Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well done Do them dolo hit, we never tell none Sittin in the cell for blazing hell's gun We aight though, we just dip bail And like they say or somethin You heard of us VA Cats, for real {Joe Mafia} I heard the judge got a grudge No love for thugs pushing drugs Guerilla warfare with ice mugs Inside the borough, pure bred head the stero Style deniro, slottin in chrome is hero The Max Mil era, I pick steel whenever Time to exercise my five, your a terror Ill vatal, roll with my crime team and feel stable With your betrayal, I place you in the field cradle I heard a thirty eight, it ain't hurt regurgitate Swerving in the irving, sippin Feron in the paper chase With thug niggas, that's born to rub niggas Trickin gold diggas, my whole mentality is "Fuck niggas" Mafioso, the savage, breakin your barrage Crossbows, aiming darts at your torso Constrictor, boa, backdraft a flame thrower Bank quoters, I damn pulled a Range Rover Melting glaciers, the ice water Spit gems to murders, twin propellars, ice cold polar Burn solar, king traced the god sonar Holding a toaster, alias on wanted posters Sweepstake, my whole click is keep safe For Pete's sake, I generate wait and scape What's in the lab? Crime Syndicate fam patrol the ave What's today math was bad Chorus {Myalansky} Street science for night time crime, bullets ricochet Constantly inclining them faggots need some reminding Split your coat lining, Crack bone marrows having that ass crying Rob shit just like DeNiro, keeping cigars lit Fed pop but don't know shit, we camouflage with Scandals come in hand in your turnpike, for trafficin Virginia, that's where money was head, and drop the packages On the corner, there that cat go, he's come flaggin it Don't let that cat to my man, money aight and shit Them new cats was plottin to get them I'm coming back let them Greatin ass faggot you pussy, this time we murder them It's unheard of VA Cats be on some dirty shit Chorus Outro: Va Cats for real California yo My Miami niggas My real New York niggas Jamaica P All my live niggas all my cuban link niggas Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big Daddy-O |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
I spark an L to a sunset meditatin
Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic Keep your ears open for new assignments Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme thats interchangeable Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless Coressing the flame, addressing the strange It's Wu-Tang Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists Cop a mansion on these other land where war's parentless Anyway, this is clear, Michaelangelo destined to blow And a trio with Myalan' and Joe M I'm at your gravesite, midnight ritual, candlelight Heard she set you up with spite, she cop the ninja your bike I'm having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis blasting semi's together We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom break down at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days Man I'm chillin with Shaq in LA I make sure D, make a sake in princeway Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of V.A. Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away Drift away.. Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit" Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack Chips might be up under the whip Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under her chin What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist? Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch But times I went to war and she brought extra clips Jack said no cell, need to tal' up the chip Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie's nest Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th Before you blink, Napolean, lock to your wife and tie her man Executioner, poetic conspiracy of Lucifer Beef come for real, there's no tellin what I do to ya Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the Jupiter Boys, I roll with Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters who smuggle coke in parachuters Politic in silence like J Edgar Hoover To leave to Switzerland, type maneuvers Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran Chased for Presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my Timbs Modern lights got your frame bent Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member Ask permission before you kill 'em, you're nameless UFO's, domes, the strangest invasion The project block locked by pavement Nikki Bond, Donna Her'on, courageous, the payment Many attempts but couldn't save 'im Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats Can't hang with this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence My niggaz deal embezzlement D's and IV's, unlimited CC's, roll up your long sleeves We in it to win it, Wu-Syndicate snatch penants Label cats menace, work cats in, fuck with the mercelis Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA Bust twin nines, we go for pollyin World reknowned, thunder pound bound The shells bounce off the Wally moccasins You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson What? Flamin y'all niggaz, fuck that Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
* - a different version is on The Swarm Vol. 1
(Myalansky) This goes out to all my cats in the projects Just livin it, still livin it Thru the rough times and the bad times, the crimes, where was heaven Must be somewhere here, though, for real I never seen the place Maybe some place you got when you die An ordinary cat from outer projects, since I was younger though Mom raised her children, pops dipped a long time ago In my mind I see flashbacks, I had no fancy clothes Skinny, ugly, knotty head nigga crying with a snotty nose Even though my father neglect, he pay the child support Hadn't seen him all these years, I hug his ass in court Always saying I'm comin to get you and I be waitin too Holiday and birthday presents was never comin through Remember at the age 13 I started smokin weed Hanging out with cats that was older, start to run the street Dropped out of high school selling drugs, impressin chicks Spent most my cheddar on gear, my man was buyin whips New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz, flooded Virginia quick Cause signin work only if buying, prices was high as shit Remember when I first got hit, I seen the iron spit 50 cash bent in one corner bleeding where pellet hit My man Shawn, he held on strong Slug burn through his lower back side, crack his spine exit his arm Lost him twice on the hospital table and when he died I cried my eyes out I couldn't take it (damn damn), but the same things continued to happen Niggaz got bust, I'm a kid with a grown man's mind turning corrupt Playing innocent in front of my elders I was running with them cats that be robbing too, I couldn't tell 'em If my name was up in any type trouble, my moms would tell me Just like you brothers into some shit go get a job or something Just a little bum on the street, not working hard for nothing Scratch I made when I was pumpin, I'm here to offer somethin Making sure the crib stay tight, for real I wasn't no dummy Tell me where you getting this money, I wash a car be lying Saying anything 'sides drugs selling, my sister seen me on the block Transact' with fiends, be saying I'ma tell it Growing up was hell no doubt, I wonder where was heaven (women singing in the background) Shit, it's like yesterday, you know? It all comes back though, but still But still livin on the block, but still fucked up You know? Crime affiliated, Crime Syndicate Whatever you wanna call it You know what I'm sayin? Affiliated with the bad shit All the time just cuz I'm a victim of the projects Now I'm a grown man, still It's like life dealt me the wrong hand Cat's that was my man be frontin' or either found dead Sound said incarcerated just turned a new Dad Remembering them long ten months from slingin crack bags Mom put me out with the quickness, carry your black ass I'm still coming back to the crib, oh so you back? yeah Ma' I just came to holler to see how you doing Nothing's changed after all these years Still hustle for some gear, smoke weed, still drink beers I tell you from my heart, yo, 'times I'm like yeah (women start singing again) I wonder if heaven was a place in this planet You'd find me right there. Where was heaven. |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
Chorus:
Jump and scream for the wings of life Truth indeed, proceed to achieve in life Know what I mean? Succed finer things in life To the death coming through, believe the hype We was kings and the queens your wife The same king turned fiend and preced to trife Get this dream, razor seed, intervine the heist As we blood, jump and scream wings of life {Joe Mafia} It's far beyond block don Scavangers with firearms spittin intellect Play your cards, we on the chess board Bloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue work Global network, kurupt thug with a blood thirst City cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostat Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest Cool inside in the lion's den Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat Put away the bloody red beaf that started in the street A harpoon, Actual life bullet's is cartoon Stay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords Die live and lies what for civilized a whole Wu-Syndici, Philly I, vintage rap presented at the best sign From D.A. to world wide Chorus {Myalansky} Hot winds blow the Swarm, Killa Bees Project sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemy For all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penalty Penetentary rap for cats who won't remember me With needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistry G Weathers, twenty million stop, you'll feelin me? Shorty Rock was young but observed well Down at Miss Sarah's spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for real Babylon, as time repeat, let's do it once again And cut you men who don't give a fuck, and ask you what you said Slap box old school glocks, cop dem upside ya head Spittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper hand Chorus {Joe Mafia} Chest plate to chest plate, Syndicate way Off the wall, look at tall Joe dynasty formed we swarming y'all Sort of hype, never before performed with scorching mics Subbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost life Jail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitch Still locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty bitch I plan to stay free and stack chips VA to Cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a price Who playing shiste? {Myalansky} Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffing Mob rap, no turning back, fucking with live cats These are the those who live to give props Not surprised when Killa Bees on every block So televise this Chorus |
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from Wu-syndicate - Wu-syndicate (1999)
Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia)
Young brotha, take a look around (All ya young niggas) At the starvation, legal murder (watch yourself blood) Abortion, as the death rate increases (I feel for you son) Life the ghetto, my peoples (word up, what up all ya niggas) Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace all those who didn't make it all these years (Stop) Hold your head, grap your umbrellas (Word) (Myalansky) UFO swarm your city, older cats retire Shorty fantasizing "When I grow up, I'll be the livest" Well known threw the high school Little knucklehead, gettin high too Fightin in class, rockin Levi shoes Short ass suit, swing valleys Sayin one day, he'll be paid lavage Bangin fly Canadian chick named Tamia Saint Gria, fine wine, don doddy, why? Corporate blindsides, the frontlines survive It be down little shorties watching they don't give a fuck Locked up, now your love caught a lee, now what? Chorus: Myalansky Everything in life, ain't always what it seems Keep it real with reality, stop the illusion, chasing the dream Many lives lost through the struggle, children cry Look at the stressed mother, family losed a love Young Brotha For all of my young niggas, take this true baby (Joe Mafia) Project long knights move You bitter sweet killers with murder fleets The slaughter hold heat So many drugs, my thugs O.D. Knockin O.D.'s to give at this Wildin out, who's the livest? Stayin the flyest Ya name ring, iced chain swing Shorties wan't too much expose to the game of drug sling Not knowin who to trust Lost your mind a long time ago Fuck a nine to five, but yo don't waste time to blow the fast life Got you livin on the edge, speedballin nigga note the ledge Why you wastin your time, shinin for egg head Night cat, see ya life flash, and get a thrill thuggin Stop frontin, rockin Slot Time caught in the cross bustin Chorus Outro Shit is real, all my young brothas East the West coast, Los Angelese, N.Y.C. Much respect to nigga Tony Alfred from Brownsville My man Shawn Harper, all my cats Young Brothas Brown Keep Focus All my niggas that got put through the ground Locked down See where you headin shorty I used to be you |
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