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Joe Mafia’s flow and cadence on “Thug War” crazy 🔥💎

La The Darkman - City Lights

the shells fly..

one crushed the pelvis, how s that for accurate...

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyiVrEtSmKE)

Artist: Wu-Syndicate f/ Ill Knob, Trigga Album: Wu-Syndicate Song: Bust a Slug Typed by: [email protected] [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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Artist: Wu-Syndicate Album: Wu-Syndicate Song: Lutunza * Typed by: [email protected] * - 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-eyes 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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