featuring Ill Knob, Trigga



[Chorus: Trigga - Money Makin' Operation]

We famous decorators

Outlaws with the force with the Money Makers

Wu-Tang when we bang we be regulators

Player haters can't play us cuz the thugs obey us

Bust a slug to save us



[Joe Mafia]

Straight missle, spit false gristle, snapper time

Pop the tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined

Extortin air time, imported from the Mason-Dixon Line

Look at my frigid eyes, fake fucks describe

Slap 'em paralyzed, analyze the lies

Kinetic, my word is all I have, slaughter trash

Monster mash, half ass on the war path

Suffer land, give a fuck, grand crashin the Pan Am

My squad Van Damme, the shit was suntan

VA so tanned, without the beenie rap, who?

Hoodini rap, Mussolini stack, Lambourghini crash

Kiss the genie lamp, henny big, excellency

No fake shit, wrong recipe, war speciality

Meet the headless heat



[Trigga - Money Makin' Operation]

Recognize, direct from them cats that fantasize

It's that nigga Trigga, Medallion Isle drug dealer

I slaughter pace on the reels, no more dough waste

This paper chase got me in the eyes of snakes

Brutalize projects, caught up with the fake

True villain, when I vacate I'm Cold Chillin

Niggaz spillin, picture the man, ice grillin

Gats with the muffle, groove on with my hustle

For 25 years of tears and no fears

Money Makers, Wu-Syndicate takin it, yeah

Let it be clear, Medallion Isle, we foul

Klik Ga Bow move man, woman and child

It's the swarm, Russ Prez smokin a storm

Far from norm, life legacy live long

Represent, I reside in eternal torment

Often survivors of abortion, lampin in coffins

Forcin, yea, wrap your tear in extortions

Yea, big before I return hit the porcellain







[Ill Knob - K.G.B.]

The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus

Cuz I don't got time for these faggots, they frontin

But I'm about to break em out the havoc with the fire

I battle water, what you order?

You would run far from the slaughter

I'm gunnin out whoevers in the order

the hitch out, no bitch out

I'm cold bloody, nigga, get your rich out

A nigga ditch out for yourself and your family

Cuz I don't want nobody layin, handin me

I'm livin life, profanity, insanity

Because I'm not sane, insane

When I rockin on the block I gots to push my cane

Got to live in this life, baby, times is trife

Have to be on my side if you playin my wife

No knife come between us, married to my Syndicate

Niggaz see this, playa hate and try to be this

It's hard to beat us and you don't wanna be this

When you warmin up ya fist, you don't wanna be missed

Buck! Buck! Bust a slug back, what the fuck?



[Myalansky]

This is yea, three burners, made Tina Turner dance

Probably you kidin me, only my man bust outta me

I was gotta slicin the pot by about a three

Dicks for them niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me?

All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week

Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T

Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire

Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar

Yolk for the smoke, back room, medallion man croke

Now kneal, no jokes, get back, take it, no damn moat

Joke, lock the dough, pussy, stay down, lay down

Slow Napolean, get the duct tape, cave it for cash flow

Biography, million of my fans get painted robbery

A to Z enyclopedia, color photography

Penitentuary rhyme, soft get they ass took

Street turn, patiently speakin, you know the math

Make bitch niggaz ballerina, pull up they tu-tu

Smacked up in front of your bra, what his man do?

Eyes gluded to my right hand

Don't rush me, what that bitch nigga scream?

Runnin through traffic like lightnin

My loud boss screamin, yellin for wifin

You see that shit, another hit, Wu-Syndicate

Myalansky, Joe Mafia, Napolean, collie on

Marlon Brando rap, your rolie on

'97 bar, tighten storm door, war was on

'98, a twisted rate, kidnap and solemnly swore

to my pa', give my last call, pass the shoe horn

Don't shoot guys, calmly move on, totally we groove on

We above your valley cleaner, who clapped, Sally seen her

Black '97 beamer, bitch niggaz ballerina

Niggaz dance



[Chorus (x3)]



[Outro: Trigga]

Famous decorators, yea, yea

Poison Clan... *echo