Muzzle Toe lyrics

Artist  : Wu-syndicate 
Song : Muzzle Toe



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 Intro:

Keep your plans on the low

Just another chamber, the swarm

Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital

Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate

Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math?

Mickey Mirrors, true blessings

For what, X Era

Takin it to the clear this year



{Myalansky

Faggots nervous but it's time to dance with night
strangers

Top rap don, cuz Daddy-O got me the dice game

It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald

Pack your work, move your plans to VA

Heat on the lock collar

Bite your fingerprints, make the cops nog you

98, wait, service applead, rated top dollar

Escape jake fakin plot alot hotter

Fake snakes smilin right in your face

Play this a lot smarter



{Joe Mafia

Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain
dance

We the same cats blazing your lab

Wu-Capone with a love jones, watch me son

Global with the local cats that's known trifted
in the hell zone

Politic, modern Gotti click, 

Just a matter of time before till Wu-Syndicate
lock shit

How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster

Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars



{Myalansky

Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how's
nice

Rule out, silk low valley, Mafia crew house

Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out

Rollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty school
out

First of all, for the record, Scarface jail
cats

Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather
socialize

Eyes never lies, these guys tell me throwing
forty Cali's stainless

Cuz these empty slugs spit pain, killer



{Joe Mafia

Wylin on parole, so been on his rock

And Donny race spot it's way hot

Son of a spray lock

Them mistress said it grazed his neck

Collapsing over bar rooms, holding his wounds

Yo what the fuck can it take?

Brokin glass fallin all on my head

Head ringin like Cyrus from bitches screamin

Blood on my leg



{Myalansky

Let me catch my breath glock appraise me

Feds chase me, toared my jabogs as I hopped the
fence

Blood on my tongue taste it, son I was big off
Remi

Even run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don't
let

the clown kill me

High beam helicopter light flash through the
blind

Cousin what a cat gon do, drippin a man's eye

Call down ya kids, smack the screamin bitch

Yo relax Myalansky, word it's that teeny
snitch



{Joe Mafia

What's the purpose, allerkin this search, street
merchandist

Supeen service, here's dirt to cause the
turbulence

With lip service, scape jay, down rob handcuff
plant to his hand

The purchase of the yae yo, take a make though,
it's blood money

Keep my hands muddy, rakin a lake ice with low
money

Without a clue of what I wen't through

Plus been through, stressing the issue

Shell shocked, hidin the pistol



{Myalansky

The next chapter from the Brooklyn
Criminology

Should of bought my life in the business, catchin
??

We felony, keep tellin these cats get Bills like
Bellamy

Empires get hit for their chips, you just follow
me

Gravity, Myalansky, nigga fancy, 

how real this could get when you're broke

Platinum down please, my fam scheme, fuck the
po-po

Sayin 'do, Daddy-O, Joe Mafia, T-Bone, 

Make Corleone rush like Phat Farm 

strong armin withmax chrome

Cats know runnin the spot, claimin they clap
though

Kidnap though, thrown to the hostage, I know this
cat knew

Snap though, leavin them duct taped, glory was
cancelled

It's pinzo, eleven o channel cut off his leg
slow

He begged though, continued to throw it without
info

Waterd down niggas be frontin, obviously bitch
missed since 6 grade

Plottin on niggas, shinin their rich ways

Get switch bladed, bodies found decomposed,
throwed in the ditch grave

Moms can't identify shit, was there for six
weeks

With blood money, frontin out stick's peed

Quick way, fuck all the talkin this what my click
say

Them bitch ate, sweeter than sugar pussy your
dick faced



{Joe Mafia

I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer
sticks

On hell with this shit, sometimes I feel but I'm
trapped in it

The x to the, amongst the projects with bang
shooters

Hard rocks, skippin school to get their brains
buddha'd

Lame chicks, filthy ass fiends to want the same
vicks

Stick up cats, robbin for name kicks

Game flicks with low fooda

I'm forced to blast on these street soldiers with
cold shoulders

It's hard god metafogics

Rumbled in the concrete jungle to stay humble

Make my brain tumble, rainin cocaine and rain
bubbles

Fucking jiggy, we doin it low

Stay pissy, sippin g, straight henny gettin bussy
with Wu-Synny

In the small city, either walk straight, chop
weight

Heads talkin to much, sending my niggas
upstate

Ill fate, S U double F o to get shot alive what
the F O

f o, f o, nigga