| Lyrics: | 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
[Chorus (x2)] -aca |
