Released on April 20, 1999

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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)