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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 **** Coming from the streets, gum on long **** Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam **** Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, ***** 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 ****** Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell I'm saying, "**** the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen On blocks packing, get them, jacking ****** 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 **** 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 ****, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass with lead in his ass, caught in the rash ***y ****** 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 **** you suppose happened? For calling me out, **** 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 **** gets drastic, you bastard [Chorus] [Outro: Myalansky] Thug was, thug war...