Lutunza * - Wu-Syndicate

* - 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. 
For real. It's planned gains. 
Just don't want no money. For real. 
Shit is real in the feel out here. 
Yeah. 

When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze 
Model hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel Castro 
Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick? 
Heist 20th century glock, murder with own clip 
Eighty-t along things, storm rip 
Spots, where the bricks, eight-box, jewellery? 
Empire fall quick, project legacy involved with 
Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click 
Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched 
Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been found since 
Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip? 
Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch 
Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's lids 
Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is undivided 
Lives got you cryin when homicide hit 
Look them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him 

[Chorus: Myalansky] 
Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit 
Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants 
Thought he used his head, but he snitched 
Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch 
Eight hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich 
Found dead, stallion horse head in your whip 
Tote, heist 20th century glock, guns and clips 
Run your shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit 

[Myalansky] 
So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your plot? 
Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock 
Hundred grand