Thug War - Wu-Syndicate

featuring Napolean 

[Chorus: Myalansky] 
Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store 
Money is power, give me your's, we break laws 
Faggot cats claiming their crooks 
Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too 
Yo, bag him up, smack him up 
Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom 
50 g's, need keys to free their grandson 
Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for 
You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war 

[Myalansky] 
Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested 
Project cats with guns start to run shit 
Coming from the streets, gum on long dick 
Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit 
Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz 
Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch 
Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store 
Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for 
Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war 
Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off 
Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov' 
Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow 
Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz 
Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell 
I'm saying, "Fuck the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen 
On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting 
Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting 
Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores 

[Chorus] 

[Napolean] 
Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken 
As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens 
Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys 
Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes 
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