Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song W.O.L.V.E.S., artist - KrumbsnatchaDate of issue: 17.05.2004
Song language: English
W.O.L.V.E.S. |
| 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, fuck peace, go to war with police |
| Some call the priest, there’s a demon in ya hood schemin |
| Catch me out the six leanin, with the nine steamin |
| Ain’t that 'cha BM |
| The sound of the glock sound like rocks in Watts |
| I point a Ruben at’cha crew and give you somethin to watch |
| D.T.'s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shots |
| In broad day 'til the first one lay when he pop |
| And if I pull and you pull, |
| the one to get to get it worst be the last to burst |
| ICU status, wih the phattest nurse |
| Gat holders chuckin them burners, with the fat pollers concealed |
| But quickly leave a veal through your widow’s sheild |
| Reckless, connected like a Nexus, for your necklace is on Formin like Photron and bomb |
| Y’all police best be ready! |
| If your tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street |
| Y’all police best be ready! |
| For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat |
| Y’all police best be ready! |
| For 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 with a turf, |
| its rugged never smooth |
| (What have you got to loose!) |
| 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 somethin sweet |
| And I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo’ass up off your feet |
| Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain |
| Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name |
| Their system has been aimed |
| For every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blame |
| What happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shame |
| How 'bout if I spit .41 that you were in the game |
| ALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant, |
| who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH! |
| 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’ma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D. |
| The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT |
| Goons be holdin 'em but fuck 'em |
| We lay 'em down like linolieum |
| 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 mistreat the literate, cuz you could get it two ways |
| Behind bars, or six feet deep |
| So be careful who you fuckin wit |
| Motherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That’s the truth |
| It’s the beatdown, derranged, gun poppers, salute! |
| 2x to fade |