Napoleon (Wu-Syndicate) - Global Politics lyrics

[Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia] Global thug politics, every man in his argument We form as one, who can abolish it? Projects the heart of this Catch heat, but 4 novelists The pain is deep, try and swallow this [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] n***as know my steez, I jet to D.C Chromed-down M3, n***a that play B.E.T Joe Clair, why these f*ggot-a** n***as stare? Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't care? They say he hold a n***a fruit like pear p**y, come here, let me whisper in your ear I make your clit disappear I play the wizard, bring blizzard 4-4 heavy when I left it, Puffy sh** I dis it For them locks, I bring Vietnam shots If you dare beatbox down my block p**y-a** n***as gotta hire cops Remember one thing, Wu n***as don't stop [Joe Mafia] It's like sortin out down a fresh bundle Drain my pain on your brain muscle The custle, 2 cats to die hustlin Fiend creamin men, lavish establishment Ghetto Politics, Syndicate benifit, die filithy rich k**e the benidict, chicks get the rented dick Tossin heads off, the venomous sunnin the latest My whole team roll to blow steam Put you in a smash, nickel gleam Tied to your a**, roll out the welcome mat The red carpet war onslaught, you the target I'm black market when the NARC's hiss, spittin the sharp sh** Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day? Jizzed them heads, I sh**ted, my style shifted Them out-of-town n***as tried to quiz it, co*kin the biscuit Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles [Chorus (x2)] [Myalansky] Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bent Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my flick Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips Project scandles I handle, still on some calm sh** Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcher Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies Global thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy [Napoleon] We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los Angeles Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits Natural advantage, you take life for granted Livin savage, even moose know how it is to manage Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black hands Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils And burnin fossils, on d**h beds in cold hospitals It's logical, don't think it's impossible Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost possible Blessed with insisted stroll insite To attract Godesses with tropics rays of sunlight Get to right, n***a, snakes slither In the form of the Amazon River Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliver Their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress Who confess, I possess the men-tal of an Aztec Get your a** wettened while you peep this Mystery God is what the 10% preaches, broke n***as be leeches When feds come, they never speechless Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in secret