Album: Wu-Syndicate Year: 1999 Track: 1 Track Produced By: DJ Devastator Samples: "Quid Pro Quo" by Howard Shore Lyrics: [Hook: Myalansky] Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me yours, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, snatch him up Living in this do-or-die lifestyle for ransom 50 Gs, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Verse 1: Myalansky] Peace to those men who do crimes and never been arrested Project cats with guns start to run shit Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Plottin on you cats up in them long whips Out-of-towners, cry for heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov' Change clothes, switch me description till this thing blow Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggas Kidnap and capture bums, we swindle I'm saying, "Fuck the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggas acting Watch me snatch them up, $100,000 ransom notes attached to Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores [Hook: Myalansky] Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me yours, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, snatch him up Living in this do-or-die lifestyle for ransom 50 Gs, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Verse 2: Napoleon] Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like [?] of action Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks Preaching that fake gospel, Napoleon remains hostile Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty Like Diamond Back, moccasins that raid ancient jungles Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition 15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured By Phillistinians, lesson's on in this millennium 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning Repent my sins, tropical winds blew my village in We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men Cursed by the wicked jinn, keep peepers blue-fenced To my next of kin, I leave some Japanese yens What? What? What? [Hook: Myalansky] Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me yours, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, snatch him up Living in this do-or-die lifestyle for ransom 50 Gs, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Verse 3: Joe Mafia] Innocent on some plead the 5th shit Criminal illegitimate lifestyle, Allah, the intricate Rock like rocks over rocks to stay toxi Doc used to lock me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lobby Don't even sue me, Solomon, the dominant Staircases on document Crime Syndicate Shine like white lines on nickel-plated razors Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages Something contagious, sick, touch my caliber Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calendar Fuck, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass With lead in his ass, caught in the rash Sexy niggas get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes Villains got my world baptized Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo .38 cargo's load a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snub nose busts all foes So, what the fuck you suppose happened? For calling me out, fuck rapping I'm gun clapping, the sharp shooter It be the case with the stolen ruger And left the prosecutor puffing on the Thai ruler Son, my five exercised graphics, genuine drafted In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard [Hook: Myalansky] [Outro: Myalansky] Thug was, thug war...

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