[Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia]   Global thug politics, every man in his argument   We form as one, who can abolish it?   Projects the heart of this   Catch heat, but 4 novelists   The pain is deep, try and swallow this      [12 O'Clock - 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?   Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't care?   They say he hold a nigga fruit like pear   Pussy, come here, let me whisper in your ear   I make your clit disappear   I play the wizard, bring blizzard   4-4 heavy when I left it, Puffy shit I dis it   For them locks, I bring Vietnam shots   If you dare beatbox down my block   Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire cops   Remember one thing, Wu niggaz don't stop      [Joe Mafia]   It's like sortin out down a fresh bundle   Drain my pain on your brain muscle   The custle, 2 cats to die hustlin   Fiend creamin men, lavish establishment   Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy rich   Kille the benidict, chicks get the rented dick   Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the latest   My whole team roll to blow steam   Put you in a smash, nickel gleam   tied to your ass, roll out the welcome mat   The red carpet war onslaught, you the target   I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp shit   Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A   Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day?   Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style shifted   Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the biscuit   Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose   Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles      [Chorus (x2)]      [Myalansky]   Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bent   Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my flick   Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips   Project scandles I handle, still on some calm shit   Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water   Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture   Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer   Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcher   Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked   Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street   Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep   Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat   Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep   Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef   Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies   Global thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy      [Napolean]   We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los Angeles   Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits   Natural advantage, you take life for granted   Livin savage, even moose know how it is to manage   Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black hands   Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans   Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils   and burnin fossils, on death beds in cold hospitals   It's logical, don't think it's impossible   Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost possible   Blessed with insisted stroll insite   to attract Godesses with tropics rays of sunlight   Get to right, nigga, snakes slither   in the form of the Amazon River   Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliver   their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress   who confess, I possess the men-tal of an Aztec   Get your ass wettened while you peep this   Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches   When feds come, they never speechless   Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in secret