Ask Son Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

[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)