Artist: Wu-Syndicate
Album:  The Syndicate Is Back
Song:   C? I C
Typed by: pneumatic

[Myalansky]
I'm bout this paper dog
Let's get it straight duke I stay on the grizzy
You niggas small time, We aiming for Bentley's
Transporting cargo in the lottos to the fights out in Vegas
We carry guns because this life is so dangerous
Lay you stuck as I turn pages, The hood is trifling kid
Three thousand dollars is the price on the bids
Crab niggas got they hands out tryna get a piece of the treasure
When I was broke I couldn't eat with you nigga
Knowing that my day was coming, Learning there were regrets
Make sacrifices, God put me through tests
Caged up inside the state prison for a couple of years
Stared death in the face I could have been killed
It was funny how the tables turned, My connections are sterile
So how you want it, Kids will wet you with metal
No bitch can come between me and this cheddar
Some niggas died through the hustle motherfucker just to get on this level

[Chorus: Myalansky]
You see what I see, I'm trying to see cheese til my eyes bleed
Up in the Bent like Ron Isley
You fucking with murderous kid, Service is dead
Long clips inserting em in, Murking your man
In project niggas get rich, I don't remember how the crime went
Tell lies when Jakes try and find shit
Electric chair fry and die, Why, Behind this
The Syndicate we G's, You see what I see

[Joe Mafia]
Instead of Running cheddar up throwing pies and O-Z's
When we pop up it's purple haze aint no cheese
Team well connected son, Doing our damn thing
You know I got the glow hoe, Doing my damn thing
Shit twenty cent, Fourteen on the mouth work
You see how the whip sick imagine the house worth
Shitting on lames on purpose son, Hurting em
A caked up on point nigga ready to murk something
Some keep them steamers in the ???
Extra clips to spit, Politic, Sip Crys
Rock valleys and shit, Bowling ball top cut off
Hit the strip anywhere it's gonna dump off
Yeah, Kangol kiddos, Rock gazelles
Ice dance in the Moon light, Keep a hundred shells
Heavy on the waist, Don't get it twisted like the
Grills of haters when the Jacob in they face
Snake niggas is Tucson, The true Dons
Pop up on your dock with a yacht out the DuPont
Think big with a millionaire flare skies the limit
There's big business going over here

[Chorus]

[Myalansky]
This is how life's supposed to be, Toast to the hustlers who live it
Clocking them digits back through customs with bitches
At times I feel it's the only way, In the common wealth of Virginia
Some made it out, Other stuck in the trenches
It's time to step your game up, Get rich and go ahead and retire
I'm on the grind so send the feds to get Mya
Nine to fives aint working, No diploma just a criminal record
Rather be dead before I live like a peasant

[Joe Mafia]
Hit the strip with a gangsta lean, Hugo Boss aroma
Dolce Gabbana down, Sipping on lime and Corona's
The fliest, 12-06 shit, Main event
M.G.M. nose bleed seat, Floating in the bin
Rose and Canary stone, Frames is Cherry-O
Diamond in the two piece shit, Pimp like Donald Goines
Eyes slanted, We at the round table aiming for ends
Montego Bay sting rays, My niggas rich

[Chorus]