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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, "Fuck the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen 
On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting 
Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting 
Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores 

[Chorus] 

[Napolean] 
Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken 
As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens 
Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys 
Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes 
Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye 
Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action 
Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing 
Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks 
Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile 
Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils 
A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency 
I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty 
Like Diamond Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles 
Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles 
Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition 
15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing 
Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska 
Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured 
By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium 
80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins 
Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning 
Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in 
We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men 
Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men 
Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced 
To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese yams 
What? What? What? 

[Chorus] 

[Joe Mafia] 
Innocent on some plead the 5th shit 
Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit 
Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots 
See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi 
Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the dominant 
Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate 
Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors 
Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages 
So, I'm contagious sick, touch my caliber 
Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calender 
Fuck, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass 
with lead in his ass, caught in the rash 
Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes 
Villains got my world baptized 
Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser 
Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo 
38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso 
When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes 
So, what the fuck you suppose happened? 
For calling me out, fuck rapping 
We gun clapping, the sharp shooter 
It be the case with the stolen ruger 
And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler 
Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted 
In thug war the shit gets drastic, you bastard 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Myalansky] 
Thug was, thug war...

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