f/ Monk, Wu-Syndicate[Triggnomm]Yo, yo, yo, yoProject unknown, patrol the death zone, pushin' cyclonesPlatoon python, Tyson, dead right armLive wire ignite, amidst the crossfireFatigue attire, murder scene, Alien FlyersWe midtown, rubber grip pounds, have a sit downHate to spit rounds, have the pigs bring the bloodhoundsM.M.O., say it orderly wit authorityTriggnomm, Joe Mafia, Myalansky[Myalansky]Stalkin' cap, down low, not out at 20 secondsLet the pounds blow, shit that go down for doughGet jake on the boom horn, negotiatin' ten mill'Hold the hostages late, helicopter surroundin' the placeBring the cash in the suitcase, make sure he's unarmedIf he's not, he'll turn us out like Solomon Monk[Joe Mafia]Hold my spit blubonic, fresh head traumaDance wit Mafia, who want sagas in this Metropolis?Who stoppin' me, two g, my team need God degreeCrossbow arson, thirty thirty's choppin' hot whipsRide dirty, was all mosaic, it's poverty pennyWe comin' through wit the heavyweight generatorsThat lace the ice gate, figure eightersIce Grillz pose the cheap thrill at the PonderossaSo flame throw the toaster[Myalansky]Get suitcase money on you crash dummiesMy comrades hungry, project cats who rock rags bummySon was stupid cuz he flashed where it ain't sunnyCrooks rock screw-face, snatch suitcase money[Monk]Yo, they featuring the Knights, thug niggas love the spotlightWe rock mics wit M.M.O., Wu-Syndicate raps is street tightWit heavy street slang, Compton niggas lust to gang bangWe ride or die the Cali way, fuck a D.K.I rock the anchor wit banana clips, bitch niggas flipWhen the gat's all in they shit, point blank rangeThey feel an impact, the deep impactShit, fuck.. feel the impact
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