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to hell
Well the old grey wolf run to the mill Seen my hog hanging by his heel
Filled up his belly from a puddle of blood
And he grabbed my hog
runnin'
Your baby by your side told the whole world you're comin'
Work so hard to do what is right
Believed in what you're doin' but so many fights
Nights in the back of that Buick that you got runnin'
Your baby by your side, told the whole world you're comin'


[Chorus]
Work so hard to do what is
Nights in the back of that Buick that you got runnin'
Your baby by your side, told the whole world you're comin'


[Chorus]
Work so hard to do what is
Well I ain't goin' down that big long lonesome road
Pretty baby don't you hear me talkin'
No I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I can't
a dreamy eyed baby boy loved the best

so in the moonlight Peter
Where the wild things sleep
You and a boy in a wolf suit dancing by the side of the sea
friends 
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor 
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him 
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas 
And Mister Rogers is
friends 
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor 
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him 
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas 
And Mister Rogers is
friends 
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor 
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him 
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas 
And Mister Rogers is
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is gettin'
he comes to hate her
'cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
'cause he's a young sophisticator

Baby baby why you cryin'
It made
who do you love
A voodoo man, he took me by the hand
He said "woo baby, I can understand"
Crushed a bone on a ju-ju stone
Rolled his eyes and he
a ticket
Film clips popping on that Canon, busting odd mind cannons
On the pill, is he real? Gaza stripping
In my living room, Wolf Gang full moon
I'm
baby, I got the wintertime blues

I could cut a hole in the floor
Catch you a fish by a quarter to four
But I'm stuck up this mountain where I got
Riding in the Hood
Heard the Big Bad Wolf said he never used the n-word
He huffs and puffs, he'll snuff you in an alley
But the Three Little Pigs scurry
But a pussy having no goddamn sense, tryna push me
He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes
Hatin' like a baby mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
tells him, "sweetie, sweetie, sweetie mine," but he spaces out and thinks to himself all the time:
My baby's got a stick stuck out her beak.
My baby
don't like niggas to see what I do
And my focus was on saving grace
Till I got that late call that wolf killed ace
Heard he sprayed up the place
Well
Scrap Lover my other" 
"He's the greatest ever!" [Repeat: x2]
"Scoob Lover, he's the greatest!" 
"Scrap Lover, he's the greatest!" 

"Scoob Lover my
bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists
Flow is
wit us
The Loot-pack, they drink wit us
The homey Stylistic he drink wit us
Wolf-pack, they drink wit us
J. Wells, he drink wit us
KRS-One, he
duck season
I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing
Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger
You'se a baby piranha surrounded by
Went to a gay club 
Sent by a friend of mine 
He knew a little lady 
Waitin' for me inside

I said, "don't be kiddin'!" 
I don't want to change
By now you know my motta
Aint nobody here tryin to flex brovado
You know the signachatto, its's Christ we follow
If He's Lamont, then I wanna be
And when he got drunk he almost killed that house
Is this the American dream, or the American scheme?
That got me walking in these American streets?
Its