| Song | Bust A Slug |
| Artist | Wu-Syndicate |
| Album | Wu-Syndicate |
| 作曲 : KGB, Mafia, Trigga | |
| 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* |
| zuò qǔ : KGB, Mafia, Trigga | |
| We famous decorators | |
| Outlaws with the force with the money makers | |
| Wutang 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 masondixon 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, wusyndicate 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 | |
| Wusyndicate, most hypnitated ' cross the ent | |
| 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 tutu | |
| 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, wusyndicate | |
| 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 |