Global Politics - Wu-Syndicate

featuring 12 O'Clock, Napolean 

[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] 
Niggaz know my steez, I jet to D.C. 
Chromed-down M3, nigga that play B.E.T. 
Joe Clair, why these faggot-ass niggaz stare? 
Don't they know my man carry big bear and don't care? 
They say he hold a nigga fruit like pear 
Pussy, 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 shit I dis it 
For them locks, I bring Vietnam shots 
If you dare beatbox down my block 
Pussy-ass niggaz gotta hire cops 
Remember one thing, Wu niggaz 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 
Kille 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 ass, 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 shit 
Mafi-ay, V.A., Playstation, R.C.A 
Sippin on cabosi-ay, who could take a lose a day? 
Jizzed them heads, I shitted, my style shifted 
Them out-of-town niggaz tried to quiz it, cockin the biscuit 
Shattered thugs is ice mugs, the tied to nose 
Long-dickin in and out of hoes without the specticles