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Correct Ghetto Syringe Lyrics
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[Intro: sampled] Chaos struck nation-wide today as four suspects, including the Members of the rap group Wu-Syndicate and another suspect, 12 O'Clock Alledgedly have infiltrated and taken over the industry. We'll keep you updated as more news becomes available. [Napolean] I pull heist like the Colombo's, mob price, traffic is closed The Heiroglyphics, son, watch the money power When I was 19 wrote the wheel, cherished the poker life 25 man's rack, kidnappin his thug wife Glamorous, en-vi-vivangelist, fuck his fanatics Just from Los Angeles, blowin like Alanis Napolean, vision of Malibu golden sands Roll with J in a bubble outlet, you know the clan [Joe Mafia] Schemed out my mind Ghetto syringes tooken with spy ninjas Mafia with swiftness, conductin the sheist business Probably win, minor gotti click, abduction My peeps, extortion flame, the holo-tips corruptin this metropolis It drain slow, over karets, see a vain hoe, maintain, oh Ya flame thrower, ufo, niggaz is jakin at hoes Playin the same tunes for Picollo's A shy house, slangin Micollo's Duckin the snot mineral [12 O'Clock] I put the hoe at risk, I make 'em carry my grip In the whip with the extra clips She could stick it up her pussy Don't get scared, I'm real deep They just put up the doofy I think the po's 'bout to poo me And if they do, you better say we goin' to the movie If they ask my name, it be Benetton Mcclain If shit gets serious, bitches soakin in fame Now I change the name 12 O'Clock off into a white cop Bitch cursin a lot, stop This shit is creatin more situations She gon' take it, 5 years probation Sittin at home waitin For me to come home, lacin me up, boot [Myalansky] Yo, chill 12 O'Clock, the feds rushed my man spot Pictures of the proda-blue land down in Suzanne's shop Questionin this cat I knew named Dredd Scott Polly yo cousin stashed half of a man inside his dread snot Just before he made it back to Bedrock He had testified against this cat from up to pushin a Benz drop Trafficin coke back in a bread box, then I heard it wasn't coke Shit was terron, raw eggs, stop Should of clapped his ass, I seen a flash cop Swarmin in the parkin lot, projects hot Tropic is scorchin rock, hrad to try to cop a knot Informer type faggots they snitch Bitches, they talk a lot, stab 'em with dick Beady overdosed, clockin syran, too many minerals Pockets stay mad with no ears, this shit is petifull Cheddar bring the jealousy, burners blaze over some beef Dead in my industry, I can't lie My head is defeat, pussy ain't nothin sweet All my niggaz are locked in the beast Who used to run with me, Daddy-O Daddy you home, you livin comfortably Respect due, but never is paid Bitch comfort me, heroin, crack Pagin each other, jump on a jack for fee Hundred dollars, sell it, we took Another way to eat, I can't lie Shit that I write is like a legacy ... A legacy
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