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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)] 

[Myalansky] 
Cut you at the side of your face, keep my dart bent 
Benz wagon limo tint, play me, my flick 
Marlon Brando, Lucky Lou-ando gamble with large chips 
Project scandles I handle, still on some calm shit 
Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water 
Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture 
Street cat burn your empire, your sin of course sourcer 
Arm-leg-head, duct tape, now torcher 
Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked 
Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street 
Hit him once we dead him, forget him, losin no sleep 
Chain brand, bottle of perfume found in the back seat 
Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep 
Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef 
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies 
Global thug politics, black, Raigan was crazy 

[Napolean] 
We rob ambulances, mid-seller like Mid Los Angeles 
Thoughts is spannin like boleta and co-plots of bandits 
Natural advantage, you take life for granted 
Livin savage, even moose know how it is to manage 
Wicked as nimrod, flower bands with black hands 
Run with cats who cop Porsches, flee from their fans 
Blowin collosal, ghetto apostles, some die with coke in their nostrils 
and burnin fossils, on death beds in cold hospitals 
It's logical, don't think it's impossible 
Rip tracks with Rae' and Ghost possible 
Blessed with insisted stroll insite 
to attract Godesses with tropics rays of sunlight 
Get to right, nigga, snakes slither 
in the form of the Amazon River 
Kidnappin parrots, if they snitch, I deliver 
their tongue, bandits stress to where the seed dress 
who confess, I possess the men-tal of an Aztec 
Get your ass wettened while you peep this 
Mystery God is what the 10\% preaches, broke niggaz be leeches 
When feds come, they never speechless 
Wu-Syndicate left the whole state in secret

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