[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*