WU-SYNDICATE - MUZZLE TOE lyrics

rate me

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, cuz 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

Cuz 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