Bust A Slug Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

[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 

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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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*