Artist: Wu-Syndicate Album: The Syndicate Is Back Song: Jsus Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Myalansky] Ayo, What time the flight leave for Cancun man Shit man, Cause I gotta check this bitch out in L.A Shit when she gone ring, Gotta catch that flight but it's like yo Call the P.R. up, See what our itinerary doing man cause we busy Mixtape pop'n off, We gotta lot of shit going on right now We just gotta make sure [Myalansky] Catch me mash'n under county palm trees In a booger green Mercedes on D's Pulling through Hollywood, Style'n with Gs Connects in Tijuana, Myalan smuggle'n ganja Spanish Americans, We ??? ??? ??? Hundred P's each with two beans, Got it pop'n Throw'n sixteen dollars a key, Look at the profit Then chop it, Too hot for minks son we drink scotches Movie star bitches seen often, Diana floss'n In a mint Porsche, Mexican drug Lords we polly'n An Arab and Yugoslavian who body men Choke on Bacardi and gin, Link with foreigner Barbarian, Gun carrying, Pushing heroin Transport it back to Maryland, In caravans We meet at a bar, Shift and then scram Rubber bands so stick the the grands While the mix get fixed in the bag We eat at Roscoe's, Chicken and eggs Snitch'n niggas politic for their bread, Motherfucker [Hook: Myalanksy] Got birds if you need em, Dons pack furs in a freezer The kids rock jewelry from Sweden, Live like pharaohs in Egypt Toast champagne with a diva, Shine like a King son It was said he would soon come, Jesus [Joe Mafia] Posted out the beach in suites, Bring all the toys out Iced up nice as fuck, You know we show'n out Boat'n and two six machines steam'n, See em Hopping out piped out shit, Seven-sixty B.M Four pounds poke'n, Smoke'n, My niggas kushed up Flex'n like the Clover Tar Mob with international status In Cancun, An extravagant palace Knock'n ashes off my Cuban watch'n thongs and asses Throw'n bezzles in the speed boats to get them holla back girls It's only that work on the chirp, And get it backward We slid it off with five shots, First class ice in the glass Ballons falling out the sky, Flag'n cats Put the three hundred C up, Blow the shoes off em When the Phantom, That make your bitch wanna hop in this Syndicate, Skittled the chain, Price of a Range Drug music is a certified crime rank for cheese