Ask Son Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

Ask Son Lyrics

    [intro]
    Niggas, man
    Fuck up, trying to extort me nigga?
    Fuck man, what?
    Global thugs baby
    Crab niggas frontin for what?
    Pollyin shit
    Word, come on god
    What what what

    [chorus: joe mafia]
    Crab niggas frontin for what? we gotta smash 'em
    Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em
    U.f.o.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em
    Wu-syndicate is the shit, you better ask son

    [joe mafia]
    I'm driving megaton bombs, armageddion
    Modern day babylon, we hell storm ex-cons
    Expressure with the swarm, mellow with the dram
    Mob with meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin decepticons
    Stealth arm, i'mma welt dealt, fucking with feltron
    We teflon, what you wan't huh? a lying arm spar
    Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad
    Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash
    Dirt bags, serving just, i.c.e. whut?
    You heard of us, unheard of va cats and shag burglars
    Mafio danadesty, copping blow, polly ross perot
    Treasury gold, the mapin glow

    Chorus 2x

    [myalansky]
    Classic tight, street main events get rich
    For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with
    Myalansky, wu-tang my mans got plans see
    Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream
    Settin' though i had to let them fags know for real yo
    Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
    Daddy-o, whatup, pop left the g blew the spit out
    Apachi and p keep your shit locked
    Niggas must be stupid or something
    Vandalizin my man shan with,
    Kidnappin my man little steve
    And now the fans shifted
    All of my thugs eating from hell's kitchen
    Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching
    What

    Chorus 2x

    [outro]
    Haha
    Yo, red joe you better stop snitchin boy
    Word up
    All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out
    You know what i'm sayin (echo)

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