Global Politics Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

[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