The Hit - Wu-Syndicate



[Intro][Joe Mafia]

Shit, pass the clubs it over here

Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft

Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt

Niggas got Napolean down

Gassed their whole scene



[Napolean]

Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states

Fans walked in with ten video tapes

I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years

Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear

Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman

Took both families out for a hundred grand

Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles

With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions

Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,

Who flexed gold just on his Lex

But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight

Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes

He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana

Game info about this chick named Tiwanna

Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains

Underground stash location with six million

To take, revail straight mafia shit

Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick

He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated

Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted

Murder cases, some foul and some fixed

Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints



Chorus- Myalansky

Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints

Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean

Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in

Shisty can't leave no traces and shit

We barkin here



[Joe Mafia]

We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out

Who thugged his back out? I can't see him

One of the cats shot the lights out

Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky

I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun

Turn around son, bl



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