| Take your colors off you can walk through with civilians
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| (Go) soldiers are gonna come down on ya'
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| Now take off your colors… Hey, you hear me?
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| Fuck you
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| We’re marchin' down to the next station, right through these lame fucks
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| territory
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| I’m about to body somethin' you probably frontin' (get ‘em)
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| Look around nigga, ain’t nobody comin'
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| Your whole crew ran on you, left your ass
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| Now you the only nigga here that’s left to blast
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| You fucked up now homie, you gon' get it nigga
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| Tryin' to cop a plea? |
| Nah, I ain’t with it nigga
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| Over there, that was the last stop
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| And when you crossed (Steelware Ave) that was the last cop you’ll see for the
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| rest of your stay (Facts)
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| It ain’t gon' be long anyway
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| If you hesitate, ooh, we’ll make you levitate
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| You a featherweight, lookin' like you never ate
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| My wolves are starvin', chewin' on a leather steak
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| Uh! |
| And you lookin' like a three-course-meal
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| Clap you up and then the heat’s tossed on the pier
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| Cause all your bitch with them heatsauce and chill (?)
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| Nigga we do this shit (???)
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better tuck in your jewels
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| Cause niggas come around here and get fuckin' abused
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better call it a night
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| Cause once the sun goes down it’s Fuck Your Lyfe
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better act like you ready
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| Cause we’ll pop your face off and chop you up with machetes
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| The Wolves is out
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| Shit is deadly
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| Don’t fuck with the goons
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| Bloody fangs howlin' at the moon
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| I’m about to body somethin' you probably full of shit, fucko
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| I’m Suge Knight in the truck though, the utmost respect
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| Expectin' no question marks, accept the motherfuck your life
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| I’mma educate you what death is
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| Take your last breath bitch, gaspin' for air
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| The Mac’s the last thing you hear when it clap in your ear
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| Semi-automatic salutes, automatic applause
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| The hammer falls, funeral songs, caskets for (y'alls)
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| Gun shows, serial numbers we scratchin' em off
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| Big black barrels, my whore’s more ratchet than yours
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| My hookers have more hollows to swallow your soul
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| When they hit the stroll everythin' in they path implodes
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| You should’ve, could’ve, would’ve escaped
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| If I ain’t murder you right now
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| You could’ve been videotaped and raped
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| You should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been a contender
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| Fuck outta here, chop you up like worm food in the blender
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better tuck in your jewels
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| Cause niggas come around here and get fuckin' abused
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better call it a night
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| Cause once the sun goes down it’s Fuck Your Lyfe
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better act like you ready
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| Cause we’ll pop your face off and chop you up with machetes
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| The Wolves is out
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| Shit is deadly
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| Don’t fuck with the goons
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| Bloody fangs howlin' at the moon
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| Y’all ain’t left me no choice other than the murder route
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| Always with a rat like I pulled a fuckin' turban out
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| I’m shaky all the time and I’m nervous because my nerves is out
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| Somebody should pass me some pills or pour me some Bourbon out
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| Free yourself of the Djinn, let all of the curses out
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| The bullets travel everywhere, inside of the earth and out
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| I been burnin' candles in both ends, I’m burnin' out
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| Word to Mother, I will spray the block and bring the hearses out
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| Y’all ain’t got a fuckin' army, B — You barely holdin'
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| All my guns is black and compact, Garry Coleman
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| I died, then I came back, that was a scary moment
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| Many recalled Lord, but few are rarely chosen
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| I got a son to feed and I ain’t tryin' to waste time
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| That’s why I keep the four-pound tucked inside the waste-line
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| But I would never take somethin' if it ain’t mine
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| Slit your fuckin' throat in front of wifey while you Facetime
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better tuck in your jewels
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| Cause niggas come around here and get fuckin' abused
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better call it a night
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| Cause once the sun goes down it’s Fuck Your Lyfe
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| The Wolves is out
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| You better act like you ready
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| Cause we’ll pop your face off and chop you up with machetes
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| The Wolves is out
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| Shit is deadly
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| Don’t fuck with the goons
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| Bloody fangs howlin' at the moon |