Bust A Slug - Wu-Syndicate

featuring Ill Knob, Trigga 

[Chorus: Trigga - Money Makin' Operation] 
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, spit false gristle, snapper time 
Pop the tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined 
Extortin air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line 
Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe 
Slap 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies 
Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trash 
Monster mash, half ass on the war path 
Suffer land, give a fuck, grand crashin the Pan Am 
My squad Van Damme, the shit was suntan 
VA so tanned, without the beenie rap, who? 
Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini crash 
Kiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellency 
No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality 
Meet the headless heat 

[Trigga - Money Makin' Operation] 
Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasize 
It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer 
I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough waste 
This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes 
Brutalize projects, caught up with the fake 
True villain, when I vacate I'm Cold Chillin 
Niggaz spillin, picture 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 be clear, Medallion Isle, we foul 
Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and child 
It's the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a storm 
Far from norm, life legacy live long 
Represent, I reside in eternal torment 
Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins 
Forcin, yea, wra