Bust A Slug Lyrics by Wu-syndicate

Bust A Slug Lyrics

    [chorus: trigga - money makin' operation]
    We famous decorators
    Outlaws with the force with the money makers
    Wu-tang when we bang we be regulators
    Player haters can't play us cuz the thugs obey us
    Bust a slug to save us

    [joe mafia]
    Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper time
    Pop the tops off of anaheims, tropic refined
    Extortin air time, imported from the mason-dixon line
    Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe
    Slap 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies
    Kinetic, my word is all i have, slaughter trash
    Monster mash, half ass on the war path
    Suffer land, give a fuck, grand crashin the pan am
    My squad van damme, the shit was suntan
    Va so tanned, without the beenie rap, who?
    Hoodini rap, mussolini stack, lambourghini crash
    Kiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellency
    No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality
    Meet the headless heat

    [trigga - money makin' operation]
    Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasize
    It's that nigga trigga, medallion isle drug dealer
    I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough waste
    This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes
    Brutalize projects, caught up with the fake
    True villain, when i vacate i'm cold chillin
    Niggaz spillin, picture the man, ice grillin
    Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle
    For 25 years of tears and no fears
    Money makers, wu-syndicate takin it, yeah
    Let it be clear, medallion isle, we foul
    Klik ga bow move man, woman and child
    It's the swarm, russ prez smokin a storm
    Far from norm, life legacy live long
    Represent, i reside in eternal torment
    Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins
    Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortions
    Yea, big before i return hit the porcellain

    [ill knob - k.g.b.]
    The k, the g, the b, ill knob bring the ruckus
    Cuz i don't got time for these faggots, they frontin
    But i'm about to break em out the havoc with the fire
    I battle water, what you order?
    You would run far from the slaughter
    I'm gunnin out whoevers in the order
    The hitch out, no bitch out
    I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your rich out
    A nigga ditch out for yourself and your family
    Cuz i don't want nobody layin, handin me
    I'm livin life, profanity, insanity
    Because i'm not sane, insane
    When i rockin on the block i gots to push my cane
    Got to live in this life, baby, times is trife
    Have to be on my side if you playin my wife
    No knife come between us, married to my syndicate
    Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be this
    It's hard to beat us and you don't wanna be this
    When you warmin up ya fist, you don't wanna be missed
    Buck! buck! bust a slug back, what the fuck?

    [myalansky]
    This is yea, three burners, made tina turner dance
    Probably you kidin me, only my man bust outta me
    I was gotta slicin the pot by about a three
    Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me?
    All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week
    Wu-syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the e-n-t
    Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire
    Where the stash at? cryin, he broke, a damn liar
    Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man croke
    Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn moat
    Joke, lock the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down
    Slow napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flow
    Biography, million of my fans get painted robbery
    A to z enyclopedia, color photography
    Penitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass took
    Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math
    Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu
    Smacked up in front of your bra, what his man do?
    Eyes gluded to my right hand
    Don't rush me, what that bitch nigga scream?
    Runnin through traffic like lightnin
    My loud boss screamin, yellin for wifin
    You see that shit, another hit, wu-syndicate
    Myalansky, joe mafia, napolean, collie on
    Marlon brando rap, your rolie on
    '97 bar, tighten storm door, war was on
    '98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore
    To my pa', give my last call, pass the shoe horn
    Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove on
    We above your valley cleaner, who clapped, sally seen her
    Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina
    Niggaz dance

    [chorus (x3)]

    [outro: trigga]
    Famous decorators, yea, yea
    Poison clan... *echo*

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