The Hit Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

The Hit Lyrics

    [intro][joe mafia]
    Shit, pass the clubs it over here
    Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft
    Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt
    Niggas got napolean down
    Gassed their whole scene

    [napolean]
    Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states
    Fans walked in with ten video tapes
    I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years
    Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear
    Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman
    Took both families out for a hundred grand
    Right hand man, curly haired kid from the alles
    With bubbled eyed benzes, diamond laced medallions
    Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from miami,
    Who flexed gold just on his lex
    But on one night, threw rec poison on his eye sight
    Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes
    He survived though, but snitched like sammy grivana
    Game info about this chick named tiwanna
    Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains
    Underground stash location with six million
    To take, revail straight mafia shit
    Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick
    He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated
    Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted
    Murder cases, some foul and some fixed
    Wu-syndicate, we never leave finger prints

    Chorus- myalansky
    Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints
    Twist the silencer off, myalansky, napolean
    Call my man joe mafia, suit up we goin in
    Shisty can't leave no traces and shit
    We barkin here

    [joe mafia]
    We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out
    Who thugged his back out? i can't see him
    One of the cats shot the lights out
    Bacup, pick the gat up, myalansky
    I can't see gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun
    Turn around son, blow we bust one
    So close it almost touched him
    You aight son? i got this
    He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?
    They trying to leave a nigga rockless
    When he came into the spot though
    Watching polio get dough
    They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door
    We made our way out, with the flame out
    With x amount, and the crack house stayin on point
    Who thugged his back out?

    Chorus

    [myalansky]
    Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to napolean
    Meet with joe mafia first, and then we rollin in
    Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers
    Shh! there go them niggas, come on let's follow them
    Pollyin, uppin at lex within the prodigy
    You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
    Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars
    Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them
    Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him
    Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid
    Though we never forget their ass
    Stash the burners, no fingerprints
    No rust say shit, routine, go head

    Chorus

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