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Wu-syndicate द्वारा: Wu-syndicate
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1. _ Thug War

[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
Plottin' on all you cats up in them long whips
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 yens
What? what? what?

[chorus]

[joe mafia]
Innocent on some plead the 5th shit
Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, allah, the intricate
Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots
See doc'ors sterilize 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 nickel-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 snub 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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2. _ Ask Son

3. _ Ice Age

4. _ Hit

5. _ Golden Sands

Intro: myalansky (joe mafia)
Damn, va hot as a bitch yo (word up)
Commonwealth 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 commonwealth 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
Cats to clap you if you act timid
Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseas
Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the best
I bomb heads with the suedofedic, head nod 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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6. _ Lutunza

* - 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-thai
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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7. _ Young Brothas

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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8. _ Ghetto Syringe

[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 holow-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 talkin to 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 powder-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 herron, raw eggs, stop
Should of clapped his ass, i seen a flash cop
Swarmin in the parkin lot, projects hot
Tropic is scorchin rock, had 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 pitifull
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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9. _ Crime Syndicate

10. _ Weary Eyes

{{joe mafia}}
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

Chorus: {sampled singer}
Close your weary eyes and drift away, it's alright
Close your weary eyes and drift away, it's alright

{{napolean}}
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..

[chorus]

{{myalansky}}
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

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{{napolean}}
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

{{myalansky}}
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

{{joe mafia}}
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

[chorus to fade]

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11. _ Va Cats

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 heat
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 as 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
Scanners come in handy on your turnpike, for trafficin
Virginia, that's where money was headed, 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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12. _ Wings Of Life

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

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13. _ The Hit

[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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14. _ Metropolis

15. _ Pointin' Fingers

[joe mafia]
My mic sabre track-slashin', rhythmatic navigator
Quasar dart flamin', mediterranian
Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat
Maneuv' swift, o.g. got some projects
Got the raw deal on the war field
Sixty trillion ton guns on timin' of your shield
We on it like angry hornet-types on your perimeter
Sinister, car crash impact invehicular
Crime syndicate just aserted this raw dosage
Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltage
Love is love amongst us, you cause pass
Receive penalties unjust is how my team rush
Magnetic attracts stacks, repels cosmetic
Cats would jack shorty watch, mimic
Anacondas die spottin' bombers that's sky high
Fully traumatized, wonderin' why, why

[chorus: myalansky]
Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no need for names
We don't point fingers, title you claim
Go here, start swingin', leave, die stingin'
Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin'
Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin'

[myalansky]
Just a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus
Keep your eyes open, shakin' the dice, stay alive, focus
Myalansky cold as ice, don't lose your life
City red, sheist, bubble all night, lower the price
I improved, dock and move units, fiends who shooted
Younger cats tooted, faggot you blew it
Give me the gat, do him
Dime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back track
Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get clapped at
Projects, actual facts, slingin' some crack
We'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black?
Blow his fuckin' head off joe, call napolean
The only man, wu-syndicate, what? rollin' in
Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail colombian, hungry men
Sniper from your rooftop, right, aimin' for uncle ben
Feathers and brims, leathers and timbs
Jean paul gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin

[chorus]

[joe mafia]
Saint valentino, 'bino, ghetto tarentino
Conceal weapons, brought adolecence, insert to your project fabuloso
Holdin' a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foes
Who old? fold the bitch in choke hold
Propositions, fuck ass kickin', it's math', listen
Mad figures, courted, extorted, auto craft, switch it
Get it right, shifty and shiest, city insite
I'm busy trife, hiddin' flights, premeditated heist
More fiend fiend lusted cream, busted the precusions
My ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin' 'steen
Mother tote, it ain't what you got, it's what you know
Supreme schemes, trustin' hoes, safe but large cargos
Get remmy bent, probably my posse be holdin' heavy shit
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets
Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees
D.a. and the v.a., the worensy, dunn

[chorus]

[myalansky]
Lame hands, front the trophy, he don't deserve that
Herb frontin' hard with the gat, screamin' he splurged that
Most of these cats frontin', look gorilla poke tax
Runnin', look, tote, spit all up on wax
Myalansky, projects, original concept, take the wrong step
Caught in the zone for those who life froze
From poke-nose to venice beach, locked up in the street
Hit rock, damn, i feel good, lay back, feel the breeze
Slide like jet-ski's, flee, smokin' some nestles
Strees-free, test these three, napolean, joe mafia, my comrades
Saigon, 'nam without the dome tag, have you whole block in inferno
But for the most of it, me unposted,
Careful your throws, syndicate never fold
Sunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the show
Frontline, deaf, dumb and blind, uncivilized
Recognize, yo, fake rap thugs

[chorus]

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16. _ Muzzle Toe

Intro:
Keep your plans on the low
Just another chamber, the swarm
Roll dark and deep, bobby digital
Wu-syndicate, wu-syndicate
Be born, daddy-o, what up math?
Mickey mirrors, true blessings
For what, x era
Takin it to the clear this year

{myalansky}
Faggots nervous but it's time to dance with night strangers
Top rap don, cuz daddy-o got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love trump donald
Pack your work, move your plans to va
Heat on the lock collar
Bite your fingerprints, make the cops nog you
98, wait, service applead, rated top dollar
Escape jake fakin plot alot hotter
Fake snakes smilin right in your face
Play this a lot smarter

{joe mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your lab
Wu-capone with a love jones, watch me son
Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone
Politic, modern gotti click,
Just a matter of time before till wu-syndicate lock shit
How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster
Joe mafia, jay got me in bicolulars

{myalansky}
Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how's nice
Rule out, silk low valley, mafia crew house
Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out
Rollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty school out
First of all, for the record, scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me throwing forty cali's stainless
Cuz these empty slugs spit pain, killer

{joe mafia}
Wylin on parole, so been on his rock
And donny race spot it's way hot
Son of a spray lock
Them mistress said it grazed his neck
Collapsing over bar rooms, holding his wounds
Yo what the fuck can it take?
Brokin glass fallin all on my head
Head ringin like cyrus from bitches screamin
Blood on my leg

{myalansky}
Let me catch my breath glock appraise me
Feds chase me, toared my jabogs as i hopped the fence
Blood on my tongue taste it, son i was big off remi
Even run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don't let
The clown kill me
High beam helicopter light flash through the blind
Cousin what a cat gon do, drippin a man's eye
Call down ya kids, smack the screamin bitch
Yo relax myalansky, word it's that teeny snitch

{joe mafia}
What's the purpose, allerkin this search, street merchandist
Supeen service, here's dirt to cause the turbulence
With lip service, scape jay, down rob handcuff plant to his hand
The purchase of the yae yo, take a make though, it's blood money
Keep my hands muddy, rakin a lake ice with low money
Without a clue of what i wen't through
Plus been through, stressing the issue
Shell shocked, hidin the pistol

{myalansky}
The next chapter from the brooklyn criminology
Should of bought my life in the business, catchin ??
We felony, keep tellin these cats get bills like bellamy
Empires get hit for their chips, you just follow me
Gravity, myalansky, nigga fancy,
How real this could get when you're broke
Platinum down please, my fam scheme, fuck the po-po
Sayin 'do, daddy-o, joe mafia, t-bone,
Make corleone rush like phat farm
Strong armin withmax chrome
Cats know runnin the spot, claimin they clap though
Kidnap though, thrown to the hostage, i know this cat knew
Snap though, leavin them duct taped, glory was cancelled
It's pinzo, eleven o channel cut off his leg slow
He begged though, continued to throw it without info
Waterd down niggas be frontin, obviously bitch missed since 6 grade
Plottin on niggas, shinin their rich ways
Get switch bladed, bodies found decomposed, throwed in the ditch grave
Moms can't identify shit, was there for six weeks
With blood money, frontin out stick's peed
Quick way, fuck all the talkin this what my click say
Them bitch ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced

{joe mafia}
I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks
On hell with this shit, sometimes i feel but i'm trapped in it
The x to the, amongst the projects with bang shooters
Hard rocks, skippin school to get their brains buddha'd
Lame chicks, filthy ass fiends to want the same vicks
Stick up cats, robbin for name kicks
Game flicks with low fooda
I'm forced to blast on these street soldiers with cold shoulders
It's hard god metafogics
Rumbled in the concrete jungle to stay humble
Make my brain tumble, rainin cocaine and rain bubbles
Fucking jiggy, we doin it low
Stay pissy, sippin g, straight henny gettin bussy with wu-synny
In the small city, either walk straight, chop weight
Heads talkin to much, sending my niggas upstate
Ill fate, s u double f o to get shot alive what the f o
F o, f o, nigga

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17. _ Bust A Slug

[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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18. _ Global Politics

[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-out 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 courvorsier, 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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19. _ Where Was Heaven

* - 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 hit her off with 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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