Wu-Syndicate
Wu-Syndicate - Wings Of Life songtekst
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Chorus: Jump and scream for the wings of life Truth indeed, proceed to achieve in life Know what I mean? Succed finer things in life To the death coming through, believe the hype We was kings and the queens your wife The same king turned fiend and preced to trife Get this dream, razor seed, intervine the heist As we blood, jump and scream wings of life {Joe Mafia} It's far beyond block don Scavangers with firearms spittin intellect Play your cards, we on the chess board Bloatin and according lead fam to first fatigue work Global network, kurupt thug with a blood thirst City cats quick to adapt turn up the thermostat Slot Time lock your front line get at me picture that Scape raider horizons, enterprising amongst the livest Cool inside in the lion's den Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat Put away the bloody red beaf that started in the street A harpoon, Actual life bullet's is cartoon Stay focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords Die live and lies what for civilized a whole Wu-Syndici, Philly I, vintage rap presented at the best sign From D.A. to world wide Chorus {Myalansky} Hot winds blow the Swarm, Killa Bees Project sting for cream, corporate world abduct the enemy For all the crime locked in the beast, receive the penalty Penetentary rap for cats who won't remember me With needle mixed with raw got it locked, observe the chemistry G Weathers, twenty million stop, you'll feelin me? Shorty Rock was young but observed well Down at Miss Sarah's spot, rest in peace boo, miss you though for real Babylon, as time repeat, let's do it once again And cut you men who don't give a fuck, and ask you what you said Slap box old school glocks, cop dem upside ya head Spittin some, grabbing my crotch, layin the upper hand Chorus {Joe Mafia} Chest plate to chest plate, Syndicate way Off the wall, look at tall Joe dynasty formed we swarming y'all Sort of hype, never before performed with scorching mics Subbord sights, niggas lose stripes, sometime it cost life Jail cats, jiggy windpipe, niggas to snitch Still locked behind a thirty foot fence, lustin to dirty bitch I plan to stay free and stack chips VA to Cali flights, shiste flicks flinging a price Who playing shiste? {Myalansky} Spot rusher aim for the top, stop bluffing Mob rap, no turning back, fucking with live cats These are the those who live to give props Not surprised when Killa Bees on every block So televise this Chorus