| Yeh, KGR par
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| Necro whats poppin
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| Godfathers shit
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| (VERSE 1: Kool G Rap)
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| Hello, welcome to the rough side of the shit
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| The schoolyard lay on the strip
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| Where hollow tips chip the red off the bricks
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| Gully niggas get bread off the stick, take the pres' off your wrist
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| Press off a clip then jet off with chips
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| Show you what life like, past the lights an the skyscrapers
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| The green bulbs on the bridges
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| Malicious militias taking ya shit I bet you wish you never visit
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| But come where the guns bang in the slum like a set of drums
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| This where eardrums get rung like a target range
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| Day time, dark of night, see the spark exchange
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| Armed robbery in your home, get the carpet stained
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| Get Carson change, up in that drug market game
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| They will gang-bang your main squeeze
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| Have your chick tongue
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| Touch a dick vein on her knees before they flame squeeze
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| Knew niggas that moved out of state to claim p’s
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| Murderin the streets, the roads and the lanes bleed
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| We might bring it from different angles, but the same breed
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| Movie shit, you pay rental fees to hang with G
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| It’s me
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| (Chorus: Kool G Rap)
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| It’s wolf eyes in the dark
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| The goon guys, when the moon rise, then it start
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| Leave homie torn apart with flies on his heart
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| We prowl in the wild, smell blood like a shark
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| Hoodied up, covered below the eyes with the scarf
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| And you might find behind you, wolf eyes in the dark
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| The four-pounds put 'em down, the knives leavin marks
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| We make criminal activity rise off the chart
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| We strike for the windpipe in your ride when you parked
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| Then we ambush, line 'em up, wolf eyes in the dark
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| (VERSE 2: Mr. Hyde)
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| Aiyo, my cretins make you nervous
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| Satan’s demons at your service
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| From beneath the surface
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| Serpents, here to separate your cervix
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| See we mutilate you first, then illuminate what hurts
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| Then rejuvenate the jux, blood’ll lubricate the earth
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| Much worse than Al-Qaeda, Camp Crystal Lake crusader
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| Bet my blade’ll agitate a hater when I lacerate him
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| If I catch you disrespect, the effect will be direct
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| 9 millimeter Tecs, wet and disconnect your neck
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| Blessed by the death reverend, my brethren is severing
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| Your pulse, crack that cap open, stick a bloody feather in
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| I’m shredding up your stomach, there’s a bunch of organs puncturing
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| A ton of blood is plummeting in buckets from the bludgeoning
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| Your lungs no longer functioning, my job is death-delivering
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| Considering the thought to leave your liver there, quivering
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| Shivering, my fridge is full of meat, like The Butcher Shop
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| #1 With a Bullet, pull my Glock and lick a shot
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| (Chorus: Kool G Rap)
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| (VERSE 3: Necro)
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| Like a beast in a cage, like Liam Neeson in The Grey
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| Rip a piece a ya face off, like I haven’t eaten decent in days
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| In the precinct, cause the police were sent to my residence
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| For evidence, but evidently came up negative ever since
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| Worse than a molester, you’re a faggot like Sylvester
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| Dressed in burlesque messed up mentality, obsessed with smegma
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| Chase you through the wilderness looking to kill you bitch
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| Cause your pussy smells like Gefilte fish, filthiness
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| We’re pinnacle gangsters, catching Pamela Lee head
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| You disrespect G’Fathers, your family’s dead
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| Dumped in the river, pumped with caliber lead
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| Get left with stumps, punk motherfucker, pass the Italian bread
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| Ravioli shit, kill you on some cadaverous holy shit
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| Like a psycho chasing you through a labyrinth
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| Stab up your colon quick
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| My portfolio’s filled with pics of victims I killed with clips
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| Kidnap your children for chips, you better chill with the bullshit
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| Faggot
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| (Chorus: Kool G Rap) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wolf Eyes , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп