[Intro]
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Niggas, man
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Fuck up, trying to extort me nigga?
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Fuck man, what?
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Global thugs baby
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Crab niggas frontin for what?
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Pollyin shit
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Word, come on god
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What What What
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[Chorus: Joe Mafia]
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Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em
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Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em
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U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em
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Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son
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[Joe Mafia]
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I'm driving megaton bombs, armageddion
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Modern day babylon, we hell storm ex-cons
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Expressure with the swarm, mellow with the dram
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Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons
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Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking with feltron
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We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm spar
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Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad
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Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash
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Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut?
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You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars
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Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Ross Perot
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Treasury gold, the mapin glow
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Chorus 2X
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[Myalansky]
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Classic tight, street main events get rich
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For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with
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Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got plans see
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Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream
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Settin' though I had to let them fags know for real yo
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Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
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Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out
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Apachi and P keep your shit locked
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Niggas must be stupid or something
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Vandalizin my man Shan with,
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Kidnappin my man little Steve
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And now the fans shifted
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All of my thugs eating from hell's kitchen
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Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching
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What
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Chorus 2X
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[Outro]
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Haha
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Yo, Red Joe you better stop snitchin boy
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Word Up
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All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out
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You know what I'm sayin (echo)
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Ask Son
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| Wu-Syndicate |
