Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song VA Cats, artist - Wu-Syndicate. Date of issue: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
VA Cats |
| Watch yourself |
| Keep where my eyes could see |
| International |
| Crime Syndicate |
| Thugs, niggas |
| Whatsup Whatsup |
| Cats be eyeing me, somebody snitching somebody dying see |
| Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was buyin three |
| Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat |
| Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street |
| Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think |
| Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep |
| Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty teeth |
| Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty street |
| Look what? |
| Pretty boy get him, right there yo pass the heat |
| Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain’t ass fast as me |
| Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat |
| Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city heat |
| Arsenal, blazin them weapons when there some murder beef |
| He’s unheard of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets |
| Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well done |
| Do them dolo hit, we never tell none |
| Sittin in the cell for blazing hell’s gun |
| We aight though, we just dip bail |
| And like they say or somethin |
| You heard of us VA Cats, for real |
| I heard the judge got a grudge |
| No love for thugs pushing drugs |
| Guerilla warfare with ice mugs |
| Inside the borough, pure bred head the stero |
| Style deniro, slottin in chrome is hero |
| The Max Mil era, I pick steel whenever |
| Time to exercise my five, your a terror |
| Ill vatal, roll with my crime team and feel stable |
| With your betrayal, I place you in the field cradle |
| I heard a thirty eight, it ain’t hurt regurgitate |
| Swerving in the irving, sippin Feron in the paper chase |
| With thug niggas, that’s born to rub niggas |
| Trickin gold diggas, my whole mentality is «Fuck niggas» |
| Mafioso, the savage, breakin your barrage |
| Crossbows, aiming darts at your torso |
| Constrictor, boa, backdraft a flame thrower |
| Bank quoters, I damn pulled a Range Rover |
| Melting glaciers, the ice water |
| Spit gems to murders, twin propellars, ice cold polar |
| Burn solar, king traced the god sonar |
| Holding a toaster, alias on wanted posters |
| Sweepstake, my whole click is keep safe |
| For Pete’s sake, I generate wait and scape |
| What’s in the lab? |
| Crime Syndicate fam patrol the ave |
| What’s today math was bad |
| Street science for night time crime, bullets ricochet |
| Constantly inclining them faggots need some reminding |
| Split your coat lining, Crack bone marrows having that ass crying |
| Rob shit just like DeNiro, keeping cigars lit |
| Fed pop but don’t know shit, we camouflage with |
| Scandals come in hand in your turnpike, for trafficin |
| Virginia, that’s where money was head, and drop the packages |
| On the corner, there that cat go, he’s come flaggin it |
| Don’t let that cat to my man, money aight and shit |
| Them new cats was plottin to get them |
| I’m coming back let them |
| Greatin ass faggot you pussy, this time we murder them |
| It’s unheard of VA Cats be on some dirty shit |
| Outro: |
| Va Cats for real |
| California yo |
| My Miami niggas |
| My real New York niggas |
| Jamaica P |
| All my live niggas |
| All my cuban link niggas |
| Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big Daddy-O |