Wu-syndicate - Bust A Slug Lyrics
[chorus: trigga - money makin operation]We famous decoratorsOutlaws with the force with the money makersWu-tang when we bang we be regulatorsPlayer haters cant play us cuz the thugs obey usBust a slug to save us[joe mafia]Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper timePop the tops off of anaheims, tropic refinedExtortin air time, imported from the mason-dixon lineLook at my frigid eyes, fake *****s describeSlap em paralyzed, analyze the liesKinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trashMonster mash, half ass on the war pathSuffer land, give a *****, grand crashin the pan amMy squad van damme, the shit was suntanVa so tanned, without the beenie rap, who?Hoodini rap, mussolini stack, lambourghini crashKiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellencyNo fake shit, wrong recipe, war specialityMeet the headless heat[trigga - money makin operation]Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasizeIts that nigga trigga, medallion isle drug dealerI slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough wasteThis paper chase got me in the eyes of snakesBrutalize projects, caught up with the fakeTrue villain, when I vacate Im cold chillinNiggaz spillin, picture the man, ice grillinGats with the muffle, groove on with my hustleFor 25 years of tears and no fearsMoney makers, wu-syndicate takin it, yeahLet it be clear, medallion isle, we foulKlik ga bow move man, woman and childIts the swarm, russ prez smokin a stormFar from norm, life legacy live longRepresent, I reside in eternal tormentOften survivors of abortion, lampin in coffinsForcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortionsYea, big before I return hit the porcellain[ill knob - k.g.b.]The k, the g, the b, ill knob bring the ruckusCuz I dont got time for these faggots, they frontinBut Im about to break em out the havoc with the fireI battle water, what you order?You would run far from the slaughterIm gunnin out whoevers in the orderThe hitch out, no ***** outIm cold bloody, nigga, get your rich outA nigga ditch out for yourself and your familyCuz I dont want nobody layin, handin meIm livin life, profanity, insanityBecause Im not sane, insaneWhen I rockin on the block I gots to push my caneGot to live in this life, baby, times is trifeHave to be on my side if you playin my wifeNo knife come between us, married to my syndicateNiggaz see this, playa hate and try to be thisIts hard to beat us and you dont wanna be thisWhen you warmin up ya fist, you dont wanna be missedBuck! buck! bust a slug back, what the *****?[myalansky]This is yea, three burners, made tina turner danceProbably you kidin me, only my man bust outta meI was gotta slicin the pot by about a threeDicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me?All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to bout a weekWu-syndicate, most hypnitated cross the e-n-tEntire, niggaz collapse and raid the empireWhere the stash at? cryin, he broke, a damn liarYolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man crokeNow kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn moatJoke, lock the dough, *****, stay down, lay downSlow napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flowBiography, million of my fans get painted robberyA to z enyclopedia, color photographyPenitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass tookStreet turn, patiently speakin, you know the mathMake ***** niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tuSmacked up in front of your bra, what his man do?Eyes gluded to my right handDont rush me, what that ***** nigga scream?Runnin through traffic like lightninMy loud boss screamin, yellin for wifinYou see that shit, another hit, wu-syndicateMyalansky, joe mafia, napolean, collie onMarlon brando rap, your rolie on97 bar, tighten storm door, war was on98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly sworeTo my pa, give my last call, pass the shoe hornDont shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove onWe above your valley cleaner, who clapped, sally seen herBlack 97 beamer, ***** niggaz ballerinaNiggaz dance[chorus (x3)][outro: trigga]Famous decorators, yea, yeaPoison clan... *echo*
