* - originally appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"

[Myalansky]

Let's get this money for real.

It's time to get paid baby.

Lutunza. All that shit.

For real. It's planned gains.

Just don't want no money. For real.

Shit is real in the feel out here.

Yeah.

When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze

Model hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel Castro

Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick?

Heist 20th century glock, murder with own clip

Eighty-t along things, storm rip

Spots, where the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?

Empire fall quick, project legacy involved with

Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click

Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched

Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been found since

Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip?

Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch

Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's lids

Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is undivided

Lives got you cryin when homicide hit

Look them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him

[Chorus: Myalansky]

Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit

Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants

Thought he used his head, but he snitched

Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch

Eight hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich

Found dead, stallion horse head in your whip

Tote, heist 20th century glock, guns and clips

Run your shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit

[Myalansky]

So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your plot?

Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock

Hundred grand