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