Intro:   Keep your plans on the low   Just another chamber, the swarm   Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital   Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate   Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math?   Mickey Mirrors, true blessings   For what, X Era   Takin it to the clear this year      {Myalansky}   Faggots nervous but it's time to dance with night strangers   Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game   It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald   Pack your work, move your plans to VA   Heat on the lock collar   Bite your fingerprints, make the cops nog you   98, wait, service applead, rated top dollar   Escape jake fakin plot alot hotter   Fake snakes smilin right in your face   Play this a lot smarter      {Joe Mafia}   Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance   We the same cats blazing your lab   Wu-Capone with a love jones, watch me son   Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone   Politic, modern Gotti click,    Just a matter of time before till Wu-Syndicate lock shit   How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster   Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars      {Myalansky}   Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how's nice   Rule out, silk low valley, Mafia crew house   Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out   Rollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty school out   First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats   Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize   Eyes never lies, these guys tell me throwing forty Cali's stainless   'cause these empty slugs spit pain, killer      {Joe Mafia}   Wylin on parole, so been on his rock   And Donny race spot it's way hot   Son of a spray lock   Them mistress said it grazed his neck   Collapsing over bar rooms, holding his wounds   Yo what the fuck can it take?   Brokin glass fallin all on my head   Head ringin like Cyrus from bitches screamin   Blood on my leg      {Myalansky}   Let me catch my breath glock appraise me   Feds chase me, toared my jabogs as I hopped the fence   Blood on my tongue taste it, son I was big off Remi   Even run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don't let   the clown kill me   High beam helicopter light flash through the blind   Cousin what a cat gon do, drippin a man's eye   Call down ya kids, smack the screamin bitch   Yo relax Myalansky, word it's that teeny snitch      {Joe Mafia}   What's the purpose, allerkin this search, street merchandist   Supeen service, here's dirt to cause the turbulence   With lip service, scape jay, down rob handcuff plant to his hand   The purchase of the yae yo, take a make though, it's blood money   Keep my hands muddy, rakin a lake ice with low money   Without a clue of what I wen't through   Plus been through, stressing the issue   Shell shocked, hidin the pistol      {Myalansky}   The next chapter from the Brooklyn Criminology   Should of bought my life in the business, catchin ??   We felony, keep tellin these cats get Bills like Bellamy   Empires get hit for their chips, you just follow me   Gravity, Myalansky, nigga fancy,    how real this could get when you're broke   Platinum down please, my fam scheme, fuck the po-po   Sayin 'do, Daddy-O, Joe Mafia, T-Bone,    Make Corleone rush like Phat Farm    strong armin withmax chrome   Cats know runnin the spot, claimin they clap though   Kidnap though, thrown to the hostage, I know this cat knew   Snap though, leavin them duct taped, glory was cancelled   It's pinzo, eleven o channel cut off his leg slow   He begged though, continued to throw it without info   Waterd down niggas be frontin, obviously bitch missed since 6 grade   Plottin on niggas, shinin their rich ways   Get switch bladed, bodies found decomposed, throwed in the ditch grave   Moms can't identify shit, was there for six weeks   With blood money, frontin out stick's peed   Quick way, fuck all the talkin this what my click say   Them bitch ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your dick faced      {Joe Mafia}   I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks   On hell with this shit, sometimes I feel but I'm trapped in it   The x to the, amongst the projects with bang shooters   Hard rocks, skippin school to get their brains buddha'd   Lame chicks, filthy ass fiends to want the same vicks   Stick up cats, robbin for name kicks   Game flicks with low fooda   I'm forced to blast on these street soldiers with cold shoulders   It's hard god metafogics   Rumbled in the concrete jungle to stay humble   Make my brain tumble, rainin cocaine and rain bubbles   Fucking jiggy, we doin it low   Stay pissy, sippin g, straight henny gettin bussy with Wu-Synny   In the small city, either walk straight, chop weight   Heads talkin to much, sending my niggas upstate   Ill fate, S U double F o to get shot alive what the F O   f o, f o, nigga