{{Joe Mafia}}
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I spark an L to a sunset meditatin
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Ill thoughts got my heart racin, chest with a mason
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Same blocks, ATF rush spots cats bubble humbly
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I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly
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Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic
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Keep your ears open for new assignments
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Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme thats
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interchangeable
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Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable
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Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain
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No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane
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Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless
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Coressing the flame, addressing the strange
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It's Wu-Tang
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Chorus: {Sampled Singer}
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Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright
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Close your weary eyes and drift away, It's alright
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{{Napolean}}
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When I got the news, my heart dropped down to my dick
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Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich
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New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists
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Cop a mansion on these other land where war's parentless
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Anyway, this is clear, Michaelangelo destined to blow
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And a trio with Myalan' and Joe M
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I'm at your gravesite, midnight ritual, candlelight
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Heard she set you up with spite, she cop the ninja your bike
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I'm having flashbacks of Henney, jetskis blasting semi's together
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We possessed the chemistry, make history eventually
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They thought we'd break the penititeniary
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Made his mom break down at the wake mentally
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Right now its chilly and cloudy days
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Man I'm chillin with Shaq in LA
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I make sure D, make a sake in princeway
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Yo its war states bein breeded through the streets of V.A.
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Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away
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Drift away..
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[Chorus]
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{{Myalansky}}
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Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?"
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"Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit"
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Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped
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Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack
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Chips might be up under the whip
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Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under her chin
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What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist?
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Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch
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But times I went to war and she brought extra clips
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Jack said no cell, need to tal' up the chip
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Hit me back at the lab, gotta handle this quick
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[Chorus x0.5]
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{{Napolean}}
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I roll with mob cats who bubble outlets
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Legacy live 500 years like Vinnie's nest
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Evil scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques
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Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
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Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th
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Before you blink, Napolean, lock to your wife and tie her man
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Executioner, poetic conspiracy of Lucifer
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Beef come for real, there's no tellin what I do to ya
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Might wrap you in plastic, ship you off the Jupiter
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Boys, I roll with Wu-Syndicate sharpshooters
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who smuggle coke in parachuters
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Politic in silence like J Edgar Hoover
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To leave to Switzerland, type maneuvers
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{{Myalansky}}
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Through the eyes of an everyday, street veteran
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Chased for Presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my Timbs
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Modern lights got your frame bent
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Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member
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Ask permission before you kill 'em, you're nameless
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UFO's, domes, the strangest invasion
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The project block locked by pavement
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Nikki Bond, Donna Her'on, courageous, the payment
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Many attempts but couldn't save 'im
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Blood got my shirt stainin, fuck these pussy-ass rap cats
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Can't hang with this shit, Wu-Syndicate, we livin this
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Fuck the judge, the president, never show no love for my residence
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My niggaz deal embezzlement
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{{Joe Mafia}}
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D's and IV's, unlimited CC's, roll up your long sleeves
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We in it to win it, Wu-Syndicate snatch penants
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Label cats menace, work cats in, fuck with the mercelis
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Stash mills, the pack impact, we back slap cats to windmills
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Fully loaded clips, crunch time, kings of VA
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Bust twin nines, we go for pollyin
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World reknowned, thunder pound bound
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The shells bounce off the Wally moccasins
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You chessbox with a marksman, high states crossin
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Fuck the law man, it's arson, straight up arson
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| What? Flamin y'all niggaz, fuck |
