Ask Son

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Wu-Syndicate - Rap

Ask Son

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[Intro] Niggas, man Fuck up, trying to extort me nigga? Fuck man, what? Global thugs baby Crab niggas frontin for what? Pollyin shit Word, come on god What What What [Chorus: Joe Mafia] Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son [Joe Mafia] I'm droppin' megaton bombs, armageddion Modern day Babylon, we hell storm, ex-cons Expression with the Swarm, mellow with the drama From meladon, ghetto supastar status clappin Decepticons Stealth bomb, commonwealth dealt, fuck if it felt wrong We teflon, what you wan't huh? A lying arm spar Titan clash, thorough bergaham, shit on my wally pad Liftin skirts dash, run for your stash It's dirt bags, serving just, I.C.E. whut? You heard of us, unheard of VA Cats and shag burglars Mafio, the '98 stee, copping blow, polly Ross Perot Treasury gold, the mop n' glow [Chorus(x2): Joe Mafia] Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son [Myalansky] Classic tight, street main events get rich For crimin hands itch, kidnap or clap a niggas land with Myalansky, Wu-tang, my mans got plans see Stacks and grands, who dem cats damn, extorting mad cream Settin' though I had to let them fags know for real yo Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out Apachi and P keep your shit locked Niggas must be stupid or something Vandalise my man Shan with Kidnappin my man little Steve And now the feds shifted All of my thugs eating from Hell's Kitchen Bitch ass niggas, stop snitching What [Chorus(x2): Joe Mafia] Crab niggas frontin for what? We gotta smash 'em Trick bitches lickin for vicks, we gotta splash 'em U.F.O.'s all on the dick, we gotta tax 'em Wu-Syndicate is the shit, you better ask son [Outro] Haha Yo, Red Joe you better stop snitchin boy Word Up All you niggas snitchin, we callin you out You know what I'm sayin (echo)

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Credits

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  • Joe Mafia
  • Myalansky
  • DJ Devastator