Intro:. Keep your plans on the low. Just another chamber, the swarm. Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital. Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate. Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math?.
[Joe Mafia]. It all started with snortin up D. Breakin in apartments, rollin in stolen cars. Stickin dicks, trickin in strip bars. Fly niggaz, whips tinted, switch it up, cop granted.
* - 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..
[Intro: Myalansky, (Joe Mafia)]. Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time, son. (Aight, son, it's all Wu). Gimme some play, man, it's cold world right now.
Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia). Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up). Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up). Was in the court room the other day,.
[Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia]. Global thug politics, every man in his argument. We form as one, who can abolish it?. Projects the heart of this. Catch heat, but 4 novelists.
[Intro: sampled]. Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including the. members of the rap group Wu-Syndicate and another suspect, 12 O'Clock.
wu syndicate what goin on. chilin with the beat,represent. killer bees song all atime is. prayer to allah from my love with my main. check this gun to my enemy shut up on the devils mouth blow in up.
[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 'cause the thugs obey us.
[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.
(intro): Im reloaded. 2.0 2.0 2.0...SQUAD. [verse1]: woohda im the king, woohda im the man. you ain't dreaming babygirl, you just on them xens. i do what i wanna do, you do what you can.
(Trap-A- Holics, Real Trap Shit). -Woo Da Kid-. Woo Woo Da King, party like a dread head. Fuckin like an animal, walk up is your best bet. BSM Party like a white boy.
Like a car with no brakes man i can't stop. Making hits non-stop i'm rolling off a yop. A lot of cuts in my wrist from these damn diamonds. All because my flow there like i been rhyming..
chorus:. Riding with my AR with me. (What). Thuggin in the jungle with slimmy. (ughh). Posted on the block with my Tre pound. (Trey pound). Playin with my chips you'll get layed down. (Bow Bow).
Turn me up a lil bit ugh yes squad. my swag on london ur swag dead adios. snake ass niggas. fake ass friends always dont change. i can only be me, i would never change.
Chorus:. She tellin' me, that she could be my last chick.. And put a ring on her finger like a marriage.. but, baby girl you know that im'ma bachelor..
chorus (x2). attentiiioooon about face. military rifles swagg from outta space'got my mind on my money money on my mind. same shit everyday like we on rewind.
What's the time zone?. I could count this money with my eyes closed. No he didn't, baby I know. Cop another ride off of my iPhone. High off marijuana but I ride low.
I work hard for everything, so why not salute?. They say a grind pays baby, all I got is proof. And a Sweedish broad badder than my main bitch. Cigarillo rolled, you smell it when it aint lit.