* - originally on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"
Let's get money for real. time to get paid baby. Lutunza. All shit. For real. It's gains. Just don't no money. For real. is real in the feel out here. Yeah.
When iron spit, cats fold, get their life froze Model hit, stallion, medallion, Castro Cigars lit, coke sniffs got slashed and ?raw-dick? Heist century glock, murder with own clip Eighty-t things, storm rip Spots, the bricks, eight-box, jewellery? Empire fall quick, project legacy involved thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot snitched Yo, him what happened, haven't been found since Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound Barely decomposed corpse, ?, out of town ditch Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's Two lies, cry, die, attention is undivided Lives got you cryin when hit Look niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him
Myalansky] Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? hit Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in pants Thought he used his head, but he Fat look, up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch Eight thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich Found dead, horse head in your whip Tote, heist century glock, guns and clips Run shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit
So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, your plot? Half a sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock Hundred grand inside a shoebox, his man did Some weed, who You know scared money stinged with a two shot Dirty cash shinin' next day, women get new big heads, Hermy in benzies bangin' Tupac He lay up with the wiz it's too hot How the fuck them try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop? ?Preparation verbalhands?, they they loot butt He must've been a mad man, only really come at ya, shoot ya Chase bitch up off the road up in a ?soup-up? M.I.A. chick found missin' in action, no clue, what? And still the been over too months, to gain this meal, you front Ones that snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, at six For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at click, lutunza hit
Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, wasn't smart, your clip in your slot time Specialize a whole of hot nines State is ill, pumpin coke on ? Locked in a frontline, 'cause he was a fiend for Bang Marvin Gay CD get it on, makin a wretch cry that he dated wasn't dead fly His ugly chick Sibrina said he was hungry off Shorty's way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so Should of how he flinched when he got baptised Took him to the safe and called told him ties? One of his mans was up 'cause he panicked, slug in his left eye Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat Escapin with the safe like a of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide Amateurs frontin and shit, matchin in death, for and bricks Cousin was rich, hit