Thug War Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

Thug War Lyrics

    [chorus: myalansky]
    Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store
    Money is power, give me your's, we break laws
    Faggot cats claiming their crooks
    Soon i'ma smack him up, his mans and them too
    Yo, bag him up, smack him up
    Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom
    50 g's, need keys to free their grandson
    Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for
    You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war

    [myalansky]
    Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested
    Project cats with guns start to run shit
    Coming from the streets, gum on long dick
    Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some vietnam shit
    Plottin' on all you cats up in them long whips
    Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch
    Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store
    Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for
    Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war
    Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off
    Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a range rov'
    Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow
    Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz
    Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell
    I'm saying, "fuck the rapping", since i was a kid, i made it happen
    On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting
    Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting
    Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores

    [chorus]

    [napolean]
    Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken
    As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens
    Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys
    Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes
    Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye
    Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action
    Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing
    Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks
    Preaching that god spook, napolean remains hostile
    Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils
    A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency
    I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty
    Like diamond back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles
    Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles
    Raw element, u.s./russian coalition
    15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing
    Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in alaska
    Anatomies get fractured, sampson was captured
    By philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium
    80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less benjamins
    Peace to rich men, jews with snowflakes spinning
    Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in
    We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men
    Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men
    Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced
    To my nested kin, i leave some japanese yens
    What? what? what?

    [chorus]

    [joe mafia]
    Innocent on some plead the 5th shit
    Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, allah, the intricate
    Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots
    See doc'ors sterilize me, seeing poppy in a casa lopi
    Don't need to persue me, soloman, the dominant
    Straircases on dot, your man, crime syndicate
    Shine like white fine on nickel-plated razors
    Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages
    So, i'm contagious sick, touch my caliber
    Cock, malice like gallagher, crash your whole calender
    Fuck, who got stamina to last, i leave him dead-ass
    With lead in his ass, caught in the rash
    Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes
    Villains got my world baptized
    Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser
    Foggy survivalists rott cats in congo
    38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso
    When exposed, my snub nose busts all foes
    So, what the fuck you suppose happened?
    For calling me out, fuck rapping
    We gun clapping, the sharp shooter
    It be the case with the stolen ruger
    And left the prosecuter puffing on the thai ruler
    Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted
    In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard

    [chorus]

    [outro: myalansky]
    Thug was, thug war...


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