Текст песни Wu-Syndicate f 12 O`Clock, Napolean - Ghetto Syringe
Wu-Syndicate f 12 O`Clock, Napolean - Ghetto Syringe слова песни
[Intro: sampled]Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including themembers of the rap group Wu-Syndicate and another suspect, 12 O`Clockalledgedly have infiltrated and taken over the industry.We`ll keep you updated as more news becomes available.[Napolean]I pull heist like the Colombo`s, mob price, traffic is closedThe Heiroglyphics, son, watch the money powerWhen I was 19 wrote the wheel, cherished the poker life25 man`s rack, kidnappin his thug wifeGlamorous, en-vi-vivangelist, fuck his fanaticsJust from Los Angeles, blowin like AlanisNapolean, vision of Malibu golden sandsRoll with J in a bubble outlet, you know the clan[Joe Mafia]Schemed out my mindGhetto syringes tooken with spy ninjasMafia with swiftness, conductin the sheist businessProbably win, minor gotti click, abductionMy peeps, extortion flame, the holo-tips corruptin this metropolisIt drain slow, over karets, see a vain hoe, maintain, ohYa flame thrower, UFO, niggaz is jakin at hoesPlayin the same tunes for Picollo`sA shy house, slangin Micollo`sDuckin the snot mineral[12 O`Clock]I put the hoe at risk, I make `em carry my gripIn the whip with the extra clipsShe could stick it up her pussyDon`t get scared, I`m real deepThey just put up the doofyI think the po`s `bout to poo meAnd if they do, you better say we goin` to the movieIf they ask my name, it be Benetton McClainIf shit gets serious, bitches soakin in fameNow I change the name 12 O`Clock off into a white copBitch cursin a lot, stopThis shit is creatin more situationsShe gon` take it, 5 years probationsittin at home waitinFor me to come home, lacin me up, boot[Myalansky]Yo, chill 12 O`Clock, the feds rushed my man spotPictures of the proda-blue land down in Suzanne`s shopQuestionin this cat I knew named Dredd ScottPolly yo cousin stashed half of a man inside his dread snotJust before he made it back to BedrockHe had testified against this cat from up to pushin a Benz dropTrafficin coke back in a bread box, then I heard it wasn`t cokeShit was terron, raw eggs, stopShould of clapped his ass, I seen a flash copSwarmin in the parkin lot, projects hotTropic is scorchin rock, hrad to try to cop a knotInformer type faggots they snitchBitches, they talk a lot, stab `em with dickBeady overdosed, clockin syran, too many mineralsPockets stay mad with no ears, this shit is petifullCheddar bring the jealousy, burners blaze over some beefDead in my industry, I can`t lieMy head is defeat, pussy ain`t nothin sweetAll my niggaz are locked in the beastWho used to run with me, Daddy-ODaddy you home, you livin comfortablyRespect due, but never is paidBitch comfort me, heroin, crackPagin each other, jump on a jack for feeHundred dollars, sell it, we tookAnother way to eat, I can`t lieShit that I write is like a legacy...a legacy