[Chorus: Trigga of M.M.O.] 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, pulse gristle, snapper crime Poppin tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined Extorton air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe Slap em paralyze, 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 Dammed, this shit was sun tanned, VA so tanned without the Beanie rap, who? Hoodini rap Musolini stack, Lamborghini crash, kiss the Genie lamp Henney big, excellency, no fake shit, wrong recipe War speciality, meet the headless heat
[Superb of American Cream Team] Yo, we made an oath for this self, fuck every black bitch raw Make a nation of culture teens, we takin culture back Takin books and read it, quote the right words Take your language back, black man it's your's If you read the way she smoke crack, she be the most high She settle for the most drunk and most fly Spendin 300 on cristal or pistol Fuckin dummy, you could've took ya bitch out
[Ghostface Killah] Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know pops had asthma Pulled out his blue bible, chains fell out his coat 3 condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice Mother Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the number spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Girlie fainted dead on the spot 2 ushers slipped $80 right out the pot Oh shit...
[Ill Knob of K.G.B.] The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus cuz I don't got no time for these faggots They frontin, but I'm about to break them out the havoc with the fire I battle water, what you order? You would run far from the slaughter I'm gunnin out whoever's in the order The hitch out, no bitch out I'm good and plenty, nigga get ya rich out or nigga ditch out, for ya self and ya family cuz I don't want nobody layin handin me I'm livin life, profanity, insanity because of my fame, insane When I'm rockin on the block, I've got to push my cane Got to live in this life, baby times is trife Have to be on my side if you claim 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 be this and you don't want to get dissed When you ballin up ya fist, you don't wanted to be missed Buck! Buck! Back! Fuck! What the fuck?
[Myalansky] This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3 Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me All up in my shit, pussies plottin 3 days to about a week Wu-Synidcate most ampitated across the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where his stash at? Cryin, he broke, a dame liar Yolk for the smoke, back room, Medallion man croke Now yo, no joke, take it, no damn moat Joe lock the door, pussy stay down, lay down Yo, Napolean get the duct tape, cave him for cash flow Biography, million my peers get painted robbery A to Z encyclopedia, color photography Penitentiary rhymes, salt get they ass took Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they too-too Smacked up in front of ya bra', what his man do? Eyes glued to my right hand, don't rush me What that bitch scream, runnin thru traffic like lightnin? Fell, loud boss screamin, yellin for wifie You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate Myalansky, Joe Mafia and Napolean Colie on, Marlon Brando rap, ya roly on '97 bar, tighten storm door, war is on '98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore to my boy, give my last call, pass the shoe horn Don't shoe guys, come, we move on, told you must prove on 3 on ya bally cleaner, who clapped? Sally seen her Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina
They just dance
[Chorus x3]
[Outro: Trigga of M.M.O.] We famous decorators, yea, yea Posion Clan... *echo
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[Chorus: Trigga of M.M.O.] 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, pulse gristle, snapper crime Poppin tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined Extorton air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe Slap em paralyze, 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 Dammed, this shit was sun tanned, VA so tanned without the Beanie rap, who? Hoodini rap Musolini stack, Lamborghini crash, kiss the Genie lamp Henney big, excellency, no fake shit, wrong recipe War speciality, meet the headless heat
[Superb of American Cream Team] Yo, we made an oath for this self, fuck every black bitch raw Make a nation of culture teens, we takin culture back Takin books and read it, quote the right words Take your language back, black man it's your's If you read the way she smoke crack, she be the most high She settle for the most drunk and most fly Spendin 300 on cristal or pistol Fuckin dummy, you could've took ya bitch out
[Ghostface Killah] Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know pops had asthma Pulled out his blue bible, chains fell out his coat 3 condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice Mother Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the number spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Girlie fainted dead on the spot 2 ushers slipped $80 right out the pot Oh shit...
[Ill Knob of K.G.B.] The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus cuz I don't got no time for these faggots They frontin, but I'm about to break them out the havoc with the fire I battle water, what you order? You would run far from the slaughter I'm gunnin out whoever's in the order The hitch out, no bitch out I'm good and plenty, nigga get ya rich out or nigga ditch out, for ya self and ya family cuz I don't want nobody layin handin me I'm livin life, profanity, insanity because of my fame, insane When I'm rockin on the block, I've got to push my cane Got to live in this life, baby times is trife Have to be on my side if you claim 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 be this and you don't want to get dissed When you ballin up ya fist, you don't wanted to be missed Buck! Buck! Back! Fuck! What the fuck?
[Myalansky] This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3 Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me All up in my shit, pussies plottin 3 days to about a week Wu-Synidcate most ampitated across the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where his stash at? Cryin, he broke, a dame liar Yolk for the smoke, back room, Medallion man croke Now yo, no joke, take it, no damn moat Joe lock the door, pussy stay down, lay down Yo, Napolean get the duct tape, cave him for cash flow Biography, million my peers get painted robbery A to Z encyclopedia, color photography Penitentiary rhymes, salt get they ass took Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they too-too Smacked up in front of ya bra', what his man do? Eyes glued to my right hand, don't rush me What that bitch scream, runnin thru traffic like lightnin? Fell, loud boss screamin, yellin for wifie You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate Myalansky, Joe Mafia and Napolean Colie on, Marlon Brando rap, ya roly on '97 bar, tighten storm door, war is on '98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore to my boy, give my last call, pass the shoe horn Don't shoe guys, come, we move on, told you must prove on 3 on ya bally cleaner, who clapped? Sally seen her Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina
They just dance
[Chorus x3]
[Outro: Trigga of M.M.O.] We famous decorators, yea, yea Posion Clan... *echo
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