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W.O.L.V.E.S. - Krumbsnatcha/M.O.P.
Uh huh
We wolves baby we wolves
A full moon make my blood curl
Got me stuck in opposition in the underworld
Savage beasts like wolves when we roamin these streets
And work for least f**k peace go to war with police
Some call priest there's a demon in ya hood scheming
Catch me out the six leaningwith the nine steaming
Aimed at your bm
The sound of the glock sound like riots in watts
I point a ruger at'cha crew and give you somethingto watch
D t's feds and narcs exchanging shots
In broad day until the first one lay when he pop
And if I pull and you pull
The one to get it worst be the last to burst
Icu status with the phattest nurse
Gat holders tucking them burners with the fat pollers concealed
But quickly leave a veal through your widow's shield
Reckless connect like a nexus for your necklace is on
Formin like voltron and bomb
Children y'all police best be ready
Snatcha if you tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street
Children y'all police best be ready
Snatcha for all my hungry a** thugs that be tryin to eat
Children y'all police best be ready
Snatcha all my people in the ghetto get up off of your feet
And let the wolves out unh
And let the wolves out what
And let the wolves out unh
Let the wolves out
Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth why's that
I was put on a part of the earth where the turf
Is rugged neva smoove
What have you got to lose
Not a damn thing
That's why I holler ante up when you holler bling bling
How do I survive I strap up all my heat
I get out on the beat I find a way to eat
See William never sleep you think it's something sweet
And I will kindly li li li li lift yo' a** up off your feet
Shackle me in chains tamper with my brain
Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name
The system has been aimed
For every 211 and every 187 my niggas is to blame
What happened to diallo is a motherf**kin shame
How 'bout if I spit 41 at you and end the game
All disrespect intended to any lieutenant
Who feel offended by the way I represented b**th
I put it down m o p spit fiiyahh
Show 'em what we stand for yes siyyaah
All I need is my niggas my guns and my cd's
And I'mma ride f**k n y p d
The street cops patrollin them heat
Goons be holdin 'em but f**k it
We lay 'em down like linoleum
Ghetto warfare brroom buck we grip eight on
The pop'll pop off that's how we do in brooknam
Let the wolves out huh all day
For my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallways
Get'cha money mister mister it's a it's a new day
Don't be street illiterate cuz you could get it two ways
Behind bars or six feet deep
So be careful who you f**kin with
Motherf**kin you f**kin with the uh oh uh that's the truth
It's the b'ville deranged gun poppers salute