Muzzle Toe Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

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