Thug War Lyrics - Singles - Wu-syndicate

[Chorus: Myalansky] 

Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store 

Money is power, give me your's, we break laws 

Faggot cats claiming their crooks 

Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too 

Yo, bag him up, smack him up 

Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom 

50 g's, need keys to free their grandson 

Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for 

You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war 

[Myalansky] 

Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested 

Project cats with guns start to run shit 

Coming from the streets, gum on long dick 

Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit 

Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz 

Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch 

Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store 

Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for 

Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war 

Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off 

Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov' 

Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow 

Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz 

Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell 

I'm saying, "Fuck the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen 

On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting 

Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting 

Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores 

[Chorus] 

[Napolean] 

Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken 

As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens 

Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys 

Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes 

Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye 

Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action 

Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing 

Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks 

Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile 

Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils 

A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency 

I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty 

Like Diamond Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles 

Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles 

Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition 

15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing 

Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska 

Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured 

By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 

80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins 

Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning 

Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in 

We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men 

Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men 

Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced 

To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese yams 

What? What? What? 

[Chorus] 

[Joe Mafia] 

Innocent on some plead the 5th shit 

Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit 

Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots 

See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi 

Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the dominant 

Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate 

Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors 

Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages 

So, I'm contagious sick, touch my caliber 

Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calender 

Fuck, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass 

with lead in his ass, caught in the rash 

Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes 

Villains got my world baptized 

Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser 

Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo 

38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso 

When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes 

So, what the fuck you suppose happened? 

For calling me out, fuck rapping 

We gun clapping, the sharp shooter 

It be the case with the stolen ruger 

And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler 

Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted 

In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Myalansky] 

Thug was, thug war...