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featuring Ghostface Killah, Ill Knob, Superb, Trigga 

* skit for 30 seconds before beat drops * 

[Chorus: Trigga of M.M.O.] 
We famous decorators 
Outlaws with the force, with the Money Makers 
Wu-Tang, when we bang, we be regulators 
Player haters can't play us, cuz the thugs obey us 
Bust a slug to save us 

[Joe Mafia] 
Straight missle, pulse gristle, snapper crime 
Poppin tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined 
Extorton air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line 
Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe 
Slap em paralyze, analyze the lies 
Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trash 
Monster Mash, half ass on the war path 
Suffer land, give a fuck grand, crashin the Pan Am 
My squad Van Dammed, this shit was sun tanned, VA so tanned 
without the Beanie rap, who? Hoodini rap 
Musolini stack, Lamborghini crash, kiss the Genie lamp 
Henney big, excellency, no fake shit, wrong recipe 
War speciality, meet the headless heat 

[Superb of American Cream Team] 
Yo, we made an oath for this self, fuck every black bitch raw 
Make a nation of culture teens, we takin culture back 
Takin books and read it, quote the right words 
Take your language back, black man it's your's 
If you read the way she smoke crack, she be the most high 
She settle for the most drunk and most fly 
Spendin 300 on cristal or pistol 
Fuckin dummy, you could've took ya bitch out 

[Ghostface Killah] 
Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine 
Slapped the pastor, didn't know pops had asthma 
Pulled out his blue bible, chains fell out his coat 
3 condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope 
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right 
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice 
Mother Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the number spot 
Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" 
Girlie fainted dead on the spot 
2 ushers slipped $80 right out the pot 
Oh shit... 

[Ill Knob of K.G.B.] 
The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus 
cuz I don't got no time for these faggots 
They frontin, but I'm about to break them out the havoc with the fire 
I battle water, what you order? 
You would run far from the slaughter 
I'm gunnin out whoever's in the order 
The hitch out, no bitch out 
I'm good and plenty, nigga get ya rich out 
or nigga ditch out, for ya self and ya family 
cuz I don't want nobody layin handin me 
I'm livin life, profanity, insanity 
because of my fame, insane 
When I'm rockin on the block, I've got to push my cane 
Got to live in this life, baby times is trife 
Have to be on my side if you claim my wife 
No knife come between us, married to my Syndicate 
Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be this 
It's hard to be this and you don't want to get dissed 
When you ballin up ya fist, you don't wanted to be missed 
Buck! Buck! Back! Fuck! What the fuck? 

[Myalansky] 
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance 
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me 
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3 
Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me 
All up in my shit, pussies plottin 3 days to about a week 
Wu-Synidcate most ampitated across the E-N-T 
Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire 
Where his stash at? Cryin, he broke, a dame liar 
Yolk for the smoke, back room, Medallion man croke 
Now yo, no joke, take it, no damn moat 
Joe lock the door, pussy stay down, lay down 
Yo, Napolean get the duct tape, cave him for cash flow 
Biography, million my peers get painted robbery 
A to Z encyclopedia, color photography 
Penitentiary rhymes, salt get they ass took 
Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math 
Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they too-too 
Smacked up in front of ya bra', what his man do? 
Eyes glued to my right hand, don't rush me 
What that bitch scream, runnin thru traffic like lightnin? 
Fell, loud boss screamin, yellin for wifie 
You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate 
Myalansky, Joe Mafia and Napolean 
Colie on, Marlon Brando rap, ya roly on 
'97 bar, tighten storm door, war is on 
'98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore 
to my boy, give my last call, pass the shoe horn 
Don't shoe guys, come, we move on, told you must prove on 
3 on ya bally cleaner, who clapped? Sally seen her 
Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina 

They just dance 

[Chorus x3] 

[Outro: Trigga of M.M.O.] 
We famous decorators, yea, yea 
Posion Clan... *echo*

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