Wu Syndicate The Hit Lyrics

[Intro][Joe Mafia]
s___, pass the clubs it over here
f___, d___, yeah n____ thought it was soft
Get the f___ up n____, no doubt
n____s got Napolean down
Gassed their whole scene

Yo, trial of the century, nosy b____es 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 s___
Phillipino chick licked c__e right off his d___
He paid the judge off, but still got a__assinated
Stretched out like p____ 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 s___
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 s___ 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 n____ 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?


Tonight n____, 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 n____s, come on let's follow them
Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy
You f___ with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
d___ that b____ fed as s___ 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 a__
Stash the burners, no fingerprints
No rust say s___, routine, go head


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