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featuring Ill Knob, Trigga 

[Chorus: Trigga - Money Makin' Operation] 
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, spit false gristle, snapper time 
Pop the tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined 
Extortin air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line 
Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe 
Slap 'em paralyzed, 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 Damme, the shit was suntan 
VA so tanned, without the beenie rap, who? 
Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini crash 
Kiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellency 
No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality 
Meet the headless heat 

[Trigga - Money Makin' Operation] 
Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasize 
It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer 
I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough waste 
This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes 
Brutalize projects, caught up with the fake 
True villain, when I vacate I'm Cold Chillin 
Niggaz spillin, picture the man, ice grillin 
Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle 
For 25 years of tears and no fears 
Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah 
Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we foul 
Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and child 
It's the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a storm 
Far from norm, life legacy live long 
Represent, I reside in eternal torment 
Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins 
Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortions 
Yea, big before I return hit the porcellain 

[Ill Knob - K.G.B.] 
The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus 
Cuz I don't got time for these faggots, they frontin 
But I'm about to break em out the havoc with the fire 
I battle water, what you order? 
You would run far from the slaughter 
I'm gunnin out whoevers in the order 
the hitch out, no bitch out 
I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your rich out 
A nigga ditch out for yourself and your family 
Cuz I don't want nobody layin, handin me 
I'm livin life, profanity, insanity 
Because I'm not sane, insane 
When I rockin on the block I gots to push my cane 
Got to live in this life, baby, times is trife 
Have to be on my side if you playin 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 beat us and you don't wanna be this 
When you warmin up ya fist, you don't wanna be missed 
Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, what the fuck? 

[Myalansky] 
This is yea, three burners, made Tina Turner dance 
Probably you kidin me, only my man bust outta me 
I was gotta slicin the pot by about a three 
Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me? 
All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week 
Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T 
Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire 
Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar 
Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man croke 
Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn moat 
Joke, lock the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down 
Slow Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flow 
Biography, million of my fans get painted robbery 
A to Z enyclopedia, color photography 
Penitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass took 
Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math 
Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu 
Smacked up in front of your bra, what his man do? 
Eyes gluded to my right hand 
Don't rush me, what that bitch nigga scream? 
Runnin through traffic like lightnin 
My loud boss screamin, yellin for wifin 
You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate 
Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, collie on 
Marlon Brando rap, your rolie on 
'97 bar, tighten storm door, war was on 
'98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore 
to my pa', give my last call, pass the shoe horn 
Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove on 
We above your valley cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her 
Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina 
Niggaz dance 

[Chorus (x3)] 

[Outro: Trigga] 
Famous decorators, yea, yea 
Poison Clan... *echo*

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