Intro Watch yourself Keep where my eyes could see International Crime Syndicate Thugs, niggas Whatsup Whatsup {Myalansky} Cats be eyeing me, somebody
See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the dominant Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate Shine
news, my heart dropped down to my dick Timin was fucked up, right around the time we'd all be rich New with tricks, we went through Wu-Syndicate, Wu ventelists
We gotta smash 'em Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better
of Slot Time, son (Aight, son, it's all Wu) Gimme some play, man, it's cold world right now (It's real out here man, word up) Wu-Syndicate Icy, (ice,
the man, ice grillin Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle For 25 years of tears and no fears Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah Let it
Camouflage squad banded arms with, banana clips Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tactic Ill crafted, to spread malice My team max it, legacies for milleniums Wu-Syndicate
[Intro: sampled] Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including the members of the rap group Wu-Syndicate and another suspect, 12 O'Clock
[Joe Mafia] It all started with snortin up D Breakin in apartments, rollin in stolen cars Stickin dicks, trickin in strip bars Fly niggaz, whips tinted
, 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
fire up fire up bitches neggez goin up peace this is one last from my live peace wu syndicate to the keep your mains open peace to the wu-tang famylie
* - originally appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit" [Myalansky] Let's get this money for real. It's time to get paid baby. Lutunza. All that shit
Intro: Keep your plans on the low Just another chamber, the swarm Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate Be Born, Daddy-O, what
'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black? Blow his fuckin' head off Joe, call Napolean The only man, Wu-Syndicate, what? Rollin' in Bring me
focused feed off my spoon, feed platoons Full of drug lords, struggling bums, sons and slum lords Die live and lies what for civilized a whole Wu-Syndici
the death rate increases [I feel for you son] Life the ghetto, my peoples [word up, what up all ya niggas] Wu-Syndicate, rest in peace all those who
right off his dick He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted Murder cases, some foul and some fixed Wu-Syndicate
Shit, it's like yesterday, you know? It all comes back though, but still But still livin on the block, but still fucked up You know? Crime affiliated, Crime Syndicate
