Wu-syndicate - Global Politics Lyrics
[chorus (x2): joe mafia]Global thug politics, every man in his argumentWe form as one, who can abolish it?Projects the heart of thisCatch heat, but 4 novelistsThe pain is deep, try and swallow this[12 oclock - brooklyn zu]Niggaz know my steez, I jet to d.c.Chromed-down m3, nigga that play b.e.t.Joe clair, why these faggot-ass niggaz stare?Dont they know my man carry big bear and dont care?They say he hold a nigga fruit like pear*****, come here, let me whisper in your earI make your clit disappearI play the wizard, bring blizzard4-4 heavy when I left it, puffy shit I dis itFor them locks, I bring vietnam shotsIf you dare beatbox down my block*****-ass niggaz gotta hire copsRemember one thing, wu niggaz dont stop[joe mafia]Its like sortin out down a fresh bundleDrain my pain on your brain muscleThe custle, 2 cats to die hustlinFiend creamin men, lavish establishmentGhetto politics, syndicate benifit, die filithy richKille the benidict, chicks get the rented dickTossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the latestMy whole team roll to blow steamPut you in a smash, nickel gleamTied to your ass, roll out the welcome matThe red carpet war onslaught, you the targetIm black market when the narcs hiss, spittin the sharp shitMafi-ay, v.a., playstation, r.c.aSippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day?Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style shiftedThem out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, *****in the biscuitShattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to noseLong-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles[chorus (x2)][myalansky]Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bentBenz wagon limo tint, play me, my flickMarlon brando, lucky lou-ando gamble with large chipsProject scandles I handle, still on some calm shitDarts spit, mr. corleones orders for cross waterMyalansky, as astatsian type, pearl tortureStreet cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcerArm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcherVet kid responsible, word is his mouth leakedClaimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south streetHit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleepChain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seatLittle mickey start from right hand, j.jeepTeflon, king of new york, stupid you mad meefWu cat, syndicate rap, raisin my babiesGlobal thug politics, black, raigan was crazy[napolean]We rob ambulances, mid-seller like mid los angelesThoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of banditsNatural advantage, you take life for grantedLivin savage, even moose know how it is to manageWicked as nimrod, flower bands with black handsRun with cats who cop porsches, flee from their fansBlowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrilsAnd burnin fossils, on death beds in cold hospitalsIts logical, dont think its impossibleRip tracks with rae and ghost possibleBlessed with insisted stroll insiteTo attract godesses with tropics rays of sunlightGet to right, nigga, snakes slitherIn the form of the amazon riverKidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliverTheir tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dressWho confess, I possess the men-tal of an aztecGet your ass wettened while you peep thisMystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leechesWhen feds come, they never speechlessWu-syndicate left the whole state in secret
