Joe Mafia - Thug War lyrics

[Hook: Myalansky] Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store Money is power, give me your's, we break laws f*ggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'mma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, snatch him up Living in 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 and never been arrested Project cats with guns start to run sh** Coming from the streets, gum on long dick Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam sh** Plottin on you cats up in them long whips Out-of-towners, cry for heavenly father, you know the song, b**h 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 f*ggots, taking your chains off Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov' Change clothes, switch me description till this thing blow Chopping while we spread up you nosey n***as Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell I'm saying, "f** the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen On blocks packing, get them, jacking n***as acting Watch me snatch them up, $100,000 ransom notes attached to Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores [Hook] [Napoleon] Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken As they blood-s** 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 gla** elapsing Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks Preaching that fake gospel, Napoleon 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, moca**ins 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 ma**acre, bloods courted in Alaska Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured By Phillistinians, lesson's on in this millenium 80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning Repent my sins, tropical winds blew my village in We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men Cursed by the wicked jinn, keep peepers blue-fenced To my next of kin, I leave some Japanese yens What? What? What? [Hook] [Joe Mafia] Innocent on some plead the 5th sh** Criminal illegitimate lifestyle, Allah, the intricate Rock like rocks over rocks to stay toxi Doc used to lock me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lobby Don't even sue me, Solomon, the dominant Staircases on document Crime Syndicate Shine like white lines on nickel-plated razors Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages Somethin contagious, sick, touch my caliber co*k, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calendar f**, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-a** With lead in his a**, caught in the rash Sexy n***as get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes Villains got my world baptized Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo .38 cargo's load a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snub nose busts all foes So, what the f** you suppose happened? For calling me out, f** rapping I'm gun clapping, the sharp shooter It be the case with the stolen ruger And left the prosecutor puffing on the Thai ruler Son, my five exercised graphics, genuine drafted In thug war the sh** gets drastic, you ba*tard [Hook] [Outro: Myalansky] Thug was, thug war...