AWA

Metropolis

Track byWu-Syndicate

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  • 2007.01.01
  • 3:08
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(Joe Mafia) It all started with snortin up D Breakin in apartments, rollin in stolen cars Stickin dicks, trickin in strip bars Fly niggaz, whips tinted, switch it up, cop granted Onslaught twisted, Bougard in the Clark, ripped sinned Sudafed heads bent over when they sniffed it Project song, birds tempted while the D's skipped it Now add it up, jungle younger days, my head is struck from after buck, the Hollywood swingin in Eddie Bauer truck Close cuts, devious Devastator hot tracks bang Very marvelous hearts string, wobbly dart sting Melody, plated in gold, but hold the legacy Destiny, to the death of me, roll with Killa Bees (Chorus (x2): Joe Mafia) Metropolis ghetto politics, mob hits Thug logic is hot, I can't stop it It's easier to knob and hard to knock two City lights, gettin busy like J. lockin who (Joe Mafia) Benevolent, shine florescent, produce novelist transcripts The power surge cut the lights out, save all that shit for the fuckin birds Murder is Texas, asserted to death, perverted the skets You confer with nothin less, the quick death Get the head gased, dead fast, ready rock, hand cock I shit your whole cast and I ain't dyin for friends Onyx dense, instead of slugs, dunn, I'd rather drop jems from fake thugs frontin, I'm not him Since my life worth nothin, I'm not him don't get it confused I hold peace but got a short fuse, so watch your mouth dude In ghost towns, no white sheets, dunn, nice when on the mic piece, 3 points stance with metal cleets I tackle the track, a battle cat Leave the grade off the wall, mad mafia rap, cannibal impact I rattle clicks and I ain't havin shit, I'm emphatic wish Strategic war tactics you lack, murder one element (Chorus) (Joe Mafia) It all floors from the source, abort the cause of this Corporates you could take an add-on, puffin some ? Snake bite, venomous peak game with the swiftness Crack vile smile, stuff my hand shakes, fuckin with grinches Higher cake look, it's easier with hooks Pipes grillin mafia, but you shook with it sunnin who My team spitted, niggaz on some petty ass pleads stoppin for murder reps, I plnat my lice fan on the streets Stretch, escapin death with every step, hold my own weight Control fate, plus with sole mate, on some mistakes And who bets on who bubble gates, my mental beyond moets and cristal I'm poppin high burnin pistols and need no switch dials Dealin with cats lustin for scraps, whippin hustle cracks We block jostle, fuckin with rats, rollin out welcome mats It's hellbound, bustin my crown, seven point five Known to get live, conquer new land, I will survive (Chorus (x2))

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