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featuring 12 O'Clock, Napolean
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[Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia]
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Global thug politics, every man in his argument
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We form as one, who can abolish it?
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Projects the heart of this
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Catch heat, but 4 novelists
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The pain is deep, try and swallow this
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[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]
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Niggaz know my steez, I jet to D.C.
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Chromed-down M3, nigga that play B.E.T.
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Joe Clair, why these faggot-ass niggaz stare?
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Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't care?
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They say he hold a nigga fruit like pear
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Pussy, come here, let me whisper in your ear
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I make your clit disappear
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I play the wizard, bring blizzard
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4-4 heavy when I left it, Puffy shit I dis it
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For them locks, I bring Vietnam shots
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If you dare beatbox down my block
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Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire cops
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Remember one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop
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[Joe Mafia]
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It's like sortin out down a fresh bundle
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Drain my pain on your brain muscle
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The custle, 2 cats to die hustlin
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Fiend creamin men, lavish establishment
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Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy rich
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Kille the benidict, chicks get the rented dick
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Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the latest
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My whole team roll to blow steam
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Put you in a smash, nickel gleam
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tied to your ass, roll out the welcome mat
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The red carpet war onslaught, you the target
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I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp shit
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Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A
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Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day?
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Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style shifted
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Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the biscuit
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Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose
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Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles
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[Chorus (x2)]
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[Myalansky]
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Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bent
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Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my flick
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Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips
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Project scandles I handle, still on some calm shit
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Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water
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Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture
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Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer
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Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcher
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Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked
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Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street
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Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep
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Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat
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Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep
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Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef
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Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies
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Global thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy
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[Napolean]
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We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los Angeles
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Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits
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Natural advantage, you take life for granted
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Livin savage, even moose know how it is to manage
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Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black hands
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Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans
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Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils
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and burnin fossils, on death beds in cold hospitals
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It's logical, don't think it's impossible
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Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost possible
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Blessed with insisted stroll insite
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to attract Godesses with tropics rays of sunlight
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Get to right, nigga, snakes slither
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in the form of the Amazon River
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Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliver
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their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress
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who confess, I possess the men-tal of an Aztec
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Get your ass wettened while you peep this
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Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches
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When feds come, they never speechless
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Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in secret
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Global Politics
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