The Hit Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

[Intro][Joe Mafia] 

Shit, pass the clubs it over here 

Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft 

Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt 

Niggas got Napolean down 

Gassed their whole scene 

[Napolean] 

Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states 

Fans walked in with ten video tapes 

I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years 

Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear 

Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman 

Took both families out for a hundred grand 

Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles 

With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions 

Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami, 

Who flexed gold just on his Lex 

But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight 

Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes 

He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana 

Game info about this chick named Tiwanna 

Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains 

Underground stash location with six million 

To take, revail straight mafia shit 

Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick 

He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated 

Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted 

Murder cases, some foul and some fixed 

Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints 

Chorus- Myalansky 

Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints 

Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean 

Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in 

Shisty can't leave no traces and shit 

We barkin here 

[Joe Mafia] 

We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out 

Who thugged his back out? I can't see him 

One of the cats shot the lights out 

Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky 

I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun 

Turn around son, blow we bust one 

So close it almost touched him 

You aight son? I got this 

He wanna jam son dun, you cop this? 

They trying to leave a nigga rockless 

When he came into the spot though 

Watching Polio get dough 

They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door 

We made our way out, with the flame out 

With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point 

Who thugged his back out? 

Chorus 

[Myalansky] 

Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean 

Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in 

Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers 

Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them 

Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy 

You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him 

Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars 

Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them 

Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him 

Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid 

Though we never forget their ass 

Stash the burners, no fingerprints 

No rust say shit, routine, go head 

Chorus