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Wu-Syndicate - Pointin' Fingers lyrics
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, |
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