Текст песни Wu-Syndicate - The Hit, слова песни Wu-Syndicate

Текст песни Wu-Syndicate - The Hit

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[Intro][Joe Mafia]Shit, pass the clubs it over hereFuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was softGet the fuck up nigga, no doubtNiggas got Napolean downGassed their whole scene[Napolean]Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 statesFans walked in with ten video tapesI`mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three yearsRipped on em, now that fat cat livin in fearYo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitmanTook both families out for a hundred grandRight hand man, Curly haired kid from the allesWith bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallionsMurder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,Who flexed gold just on his LexBut on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sightTwo hundred stitches required, for metal spikesHe survived though, but snitched like Sammy GrivanaGame info about this chick named TiwannaWho test about killin and needle, shootin villainsUnderground stash location with six millionTo take, revail straight mafia shitPhillipino chick licked coke right off his dickHe paid the judge off, but still got assassinatedStretched out like pussy wounds that dialetedMurder cases, some foul and some fixedWu-Syndicate, we never leave finger printsChorus- MyalanskyTonight we gonna murder, can`t leave no fingerprintsTwist the silencer off, Myalansky, NapoleanCall my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin inShisty can`t leave no traces and shitWe barkin here[Joe Mafia]We in the crime scenes, straight shoot outWho thugged his back out? I can`t see himOne of the cats shot the lights outBacup, pick the gat up, MyalanskyI can`t see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dunTurn around son, blow we bust oneSo close it almost touched himYou aight son? I got thisHe wanna jam son dun, you cop this?They trying to leave a nigga rocklessWhen he came into the spot thoughWatching Polio get doughThey flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the doorWe made our way out, with the flame outWith X amount, and the crack house stayin on pointWho thugged his back out?Chorus[Myalansky]Tonight nigga, then`s when we gettin them, said to NapoleanMeet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin inOnce again, same routine, twist on the silencersShh! There go them niggas, come on let`s follow themPollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigyYou fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin himDamn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binocularsNow we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin themPull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin himSilencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kidThough we never forget their assStash the burners, no fingerprintsNo rust say shit, routine, go headChorus

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