Chorus:
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Jump and scream for the wings of life
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Truth indeed, proceed to achieve in life
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Know what I mean?
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Succed finer things in life
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To the death coming through, believe the hype
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We was kings and the queens your wife
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The same king turned fiend and preced to trife
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Get this dream, razor seed, intervine the heist
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As we blood, jump and scream wings of life
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{Joe Mafia}
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It's far beyond block don
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Scavangers with firearms spittin intellect
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Play your cards, we on the chess board
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Bloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue work
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Global network, kurupt thug with a blood thirst
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City cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostat
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Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that
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Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest
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Cool inside in the lion's den
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Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat
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Put away the bloody red beaf that started in the street
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A harpoon, Actual life bullet's is cartoon
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Stay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons
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Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords
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Die live and lies what for civilized a whole
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Wu-Syndici, Philly I, vintage rap presented at the best sign
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From D.A. to world wide
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Chorus
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{Myalansky}
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Hot winds blow the Swarm, Killa Bees
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Project sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemy
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For all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penalty
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Penetentary rap for cats who won't remember me
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With needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistry
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G Weathers, twenty million stop, you'll feelin me?
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Shorty Rock was young but observed well
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Down at Miss Sarah's spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for real
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Babylon, as time repeat, let's do it once again
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And cut you men who don't give a fuck, and ask you what you said
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Slap box old school glocks, cop dem upside ya head
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Spittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper hand
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Chorus
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{Joe Mafia}
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Chest plate to chest plate, Syndicate way
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Off the wall, look at tall Joe dynasty formed we swarming y'all
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Sort of hype, never before performed with scorching mics
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Subbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost life
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Jail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitch
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Still locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty bitch
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I plan to stay free and stack chips
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VA to Cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a price
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Who playing shiste?
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{Myalansky}
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Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffing
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Mob rap, no turning back, fucking with live cats
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These are the those who live to give props
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Not surprised when Killa Bees on every block
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So televise this
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Chorus
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Wings of Life
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| Wu-Syndicate |
