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[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
What What What

[Chorus: Joe Mafia]
Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em
Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em
U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em
Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son

[Joe Mafia]
I'm driving megaton bombs, armageddion
Modern day babylon, we hell storm ex-cons
Expressure with the swarm, mellow with the dram
Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons
Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking with feltron
We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm spar
Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad
Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash
Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut?
You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars
Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Ross Perot
Treasury gold, the mapin glow

Chorus 2X

[Myalansky]
Classic tight, street main events get rich
For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with
Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got plans see
Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream
Settin' though I had to let them fags know for real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out
Apachi and P keep your shit locked
Niggas must be stupid or something
Vandalizin my man Shan with,
Kidnappin my man little Steve
And now the fans shifted
All of my thugs eating from hell's kitchen
Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching
What

Chorus 2X

[Outro]
Haha
Yo, Red Joe you better stop snitchin boy
Word Up
All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out
You know what I'm sayin (echo)
[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   What What What      [Chorus: Joe Mafia]   Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em   Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em   U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em   Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son      [Joe Mafia]   I'm driving megaton bombs, armageddion   Modern day babylon, we hell storm ex-cons   Expressure with the swarm, mellow with the dram   Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons   Stealth arm, I'mma welt dealt, fucking with feltron   We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm spar   Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad   Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash   Dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut?   You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars   Mafio Danadesty, copping blow, polly Ross Perot   Treasury gold, the mapin glow      Chorus 2X      [Myalansky]   Classic tight, street main events get rich   For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with   Myalansky, Wu-tang my mans got plans see   Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream   Settin' though I had to let them fags know for real yo   Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though   Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out   Apachi and P keep your shit locked   Niggas must be stupid or something   Vandalizin my man Shan with,   Kidnappin my man little Steve   And now the fans shifted   All of my thugs eating from hell's kitchen   Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching   What      Chorus 2X      [Outro]   Haha   Yo, Red Joe you better stop snitchin boy   Word Up   All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out   You know what I'm sayin (echo)