Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate - Ghetto Syringe lyrics

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[Intro: sampled]
 Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including the
 members of the rap group Wu-Syndicate and another suspect, 12 O'Clock
 alledgedly have infiltrated and taken over the industry.
 We'll keep you updated as more news becomes available.

 [Napolean]
 I pull heist like the Colombo's, mob price, traffic is closed
 The Heiroglyphics, son, watch the money power
 When I was 19 wrote the wheel, cherished the poker life
 25 man's rack, kidnappin his thug wife
 Glamorous, en-vi-vivangelist, fuck his fanatics
 Just from Los Angeles, blowin like Alanis
 Napolean, vision of Malibu golden sands
 Roll with J in a bubble outlet, you know the clan

 [Joe Mafia]
 Schemed out my mind
 Ghetto syringes tooken with spy ninjas
 Mafia with swiftness, conductin the sheist business
 Probably win, minor gotti click, abduction
 My peeps, extortion flame, the holo-tips corruptin this metropolis
 It drain slow, over karets, see a vain hoe, maintain, oh
 Ya flame thrower, UFO, niggaz is jakin at hoes
 Playin the same tunes for Picollo's
 A shy house, slangin Micollo's
 Duckin the snot mineral

 [12 O'Clock]
 I put the hoe at risk, I make 'em carry my grip
 In the whip with the extra clips
 She could stick it up her pussy
 Don't get scared, I'm real deep
 They just put up the doofy
 I think the po's 'bout to poo me
 And if they do, you better say we goin' to the movie
 If they ask my name, it be Benetton McClain
 If shit gets serious, bitches soakin in fame
 Now I change the name 12 O'Clock off into a white cop
 Bitch cursin a lot, stop
 This shit is creatin more situations
 She gon' take it, 5 years probation
 sittin at home waitin
 For me to come home, lacin me up, boot

 [Myalansky]
 Yo, chill 12 O'Clock, the feds rushed my man spot
 Pictures of the proda-blue land down in Suzanne's shop
 Questionin this cat I knew named Dredd Scott
 Polly yo cousin stashed half of a man inside his dread snot
 Just before he made it back to Bedrock
 He had testified against this cat from up to pushin a Benz drop
 Trafficin coke back in a bread box, then I heard it wasn't coke
 Shit was terron, raw eggs, stop
 Should of clapped his ass, I seen a flash cop
 Swarmin in the parkin lot, projects hot
 Tropic is scorchin rock, hrad to try to cop a knot
 Informer type faggots they snitch
 Bitches, they talk a lot, stab 'em with dick
 Beady overdosed, clockin syran, too many minerals
 Pockets stay mad with no ears, this shit is petifull
 Cheddar bring the jealousy, burners blaze over some beef
 Dead in my industry, I can't lie
 My head is defeat, pussy ain't nothin sweet
 All my niggaz are locked in the beast
 Who used to run with me, Daddy-O
 Daddy you home, you livin comfortably
 Respect due, but never is paid
 Bitch comfort me, heroin, crack
 Pagin each other, jump on a jack for fee
 Hundred dollars, sell it, we took
 Another way to eat, I can't lie
 Shit that I write is like a legacy
 ...a legacy
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Publisher: Wu-Tang Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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