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Uh-huhWe wolves baby, we wolves[Krumbsnatcha]A full moon make my blood curlGot me stuck in opposition in the underworldSavage beasts, like wolves when we roamin these streetsAnd work for least, fuck peace, go to war with policeSome call the priest, there`s a demon in ya hood scheminCatch me out the six leanin, with the nine steaminAin`t that `cha BMThe sound of the glock sound like rocks in WattsI point a Ruben at`cha crew and give you somethin to watchD.T.`s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shotsIn broad day `til the first one lay when he popAnd if I pull and you pull,the one to get to get it worst be the last to burstICU status, wih the phattest nurseGat holders chuckin them burners, with the fat pollers concealedBut quickly leave a veal through your widow`s sheildReckless, connected like a Nexus, for your necklace is onFormin like Photron and bombChorus:[Children] Y`all police best be ready![Snatcha] If your tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street[Children] Y`all police best be ready![Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat[Children] Y`all police best be ready![Snatcha] 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![Billy Danze]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 thingThat`s why I holler "Ante Up" when you holler "Bling Bling"How do I survive? I strap up all my heatI get out on the beat, I find a way to eatSee William never sleep, you think it`s somethin sweetAnd I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo` ass up off your feetShackle me in chains, tamper with my brainSpit a ten digit number when you call me by my nameTheir system has been aimedFor every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blameWhat happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shameHow `bout if I spit .41 that you were in the gameALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant,who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH![Chorus][Lil` Fame]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`sAnd I`ma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D.The STREET cops, patrollin them HEATGoons be holdin `em but fuck `emWe lay `em down like linolieumGHETTO WARFARE! brroom, buck! We grip eight onThe pop`ll pop off, that`s how we do in BrooknamLet the wolves out! Huh, all dayFor my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallwaysGet`cha money mister (mister) it`s a (it`s a) new dayDon`t mistreat the literate, cuz you could get it two waysBehind bars, or six feet deepSo be careful who you fuckin witMotherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That`s the truthIt`s the beatdown, derranged, gun poppers, salute![Chorus] 2x to fade

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