Wu-syndicate - Pointin’ Fingers lyrics, song lyrics, top lyrics, hit lyrics, songs, music, tracks

[joe mafia]
My mic sabre track-slashin, rhythmatic navigator
Quasar dart flamin, mediterranian
Catastrophic with the block logic mafia cat
Maneuv swift, o.g. got some projects
Got the raw deal on the war field
Sixty trillion ton guns on timin of your shield
We on it
like angry hornet-types on your perimeter
Sinister, car crash impact invehicular
Crime syndicate just aserted this raw dosage
Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltage
Love is love amongst us, you cause pass
Receive penalties unjust is how my team rush
Magnetic attracts stacks, repels cosmetic
Cats would jack shorty watch, mimic
Anacondas die spottin bombers thats sky high
Fully traumatized, wonderin why, why
[chorus: myalansky]
Fake rap thugs, gun slingers, no
need for names
We dont point fingers, title you claim
Go here, start swingin, leave, die stingin
Stop the mirage, get scarred dreamin
Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin
[myalansky]
Just a seven from this rap doses, cats is bogus
Keep your eyes open, shakin the dice, stay alive, focus
Myalansky cold as ice, dont lose your life
City red, sheist, bubble all night, lower the price
I improved, dock and move units, fiends who shooted
Younger cats tooted, faggot you blew
it
Give me the gat, do him
Dime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back track
Slapped for talkin, snitchin, get clapped at
Projects, actual facts, slingin some crack
Well come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black?
Blow his fuckin head off joe, call napolean
The only man, wu-syndicate, what? rollin in
Bring me modern chokes to the cocktail colombian, hungry men
Sniper from your rooftop, right, aimin for uncle ben
Feathers and brims, leathers and timbs
Jean paul
gaulthier wear, bitches let it begin
[chorus]
[joe mafia]
Saint valentino, bino, ghetto tarentino
Conceal weapons, brought adolecence, insert to your project fabuloso
Holdin a stolen tre-ocho, maneuver thru old foes
Who old? fold the bitch in choke hold
Propositions, fuck ass kickin, its math, listen
Mad figures, courted, extorted, auto craft, switch it
Get it right, shifty and shiest, city insite
Im busy trife, hiddin flights, premeditated heist
More fiend fiend lusted
cream, busted the precusions
My ears ring, never seen, before cats were lovin steen
Mother tote, it aint what you got, its what you know
Supreme schemes, trustin hoes, safe but large cargos
Get remmy bent, probably my posse be holdin heavy shit
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets
Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees
D.a. and the v.a., the worensy, dunn
[chorus]
[myalansky]
Lame hands, front the trophy, he dont deserve that
Herb frontin hard with the gat, screamin he splurged that
Most of these cats frontin, look gorilla poke tax
Runnin, look, tote, spit all up on wax
Myalansky, projects, original concept, take the wrong step
Caught in the zone for those who life froze
From poke-nose to venice beach, locked up in the street
Hit rock, damn, I feel good, lay back, feel the breeze
Slide like jet-skis, flee, smokin some nestles
Strees-free, test these three, napolean, joe mafia, my comrades
Saigon, nam
without the dome tag, have you whole block in inferno
But for the most of it, me unposted,
Careful your throws, syndicate never fold
Sunshine, rhyme or crime, my team lock the show
Frontline, deaf, dumb and blind, uncivilized
Recognize, yo, fake rap thugs
[chorus]

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