Wu-syndicate - Bust A Slug (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Ghostface k**ah, Ill Knob, Superb, Trigga) [skit for 30 seconds before beat drops] [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 f**s describe Slap em paralyze, an*lyze the lies Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trash Monster Mash, half a** on the war path Suffer land, give a f** grand, crashin the Pan Am My squad Van Dammed, this sh** 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 sh**, wrong recipe War speciality, meet the headless heat [Superb of American Cream Team] Yo, we made an oath for this self, f** every black b**h 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 f**in dummy, you could've took ya b**h out [Ghostface k**ah] 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 sh**... [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 f*ggots 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 b**h out I'm good and plenty, n***a get ya rich out Or n***a 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 n***as 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! f**! What the f**? [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 n***as that snitch, whoever shot at me All up in my sh**, pussies plottin 3 days to about a week Wu-Synidcate most ampitated across the E-N-T Entire, n***as 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, p**y 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 a** took Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math Make b**h n***as 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 b**h scream, runnin thru traffic like lightnin? Fell, loud boss screamin, yellin for wifie You see that sh**, 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, pa** 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, b**h n***as ballerina They just dance [Chorus x3] [Outro: Trigga of M.M.O.] We famous decorators, yea, yea Posion Clan... [echo]