Lyrics:
Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
I need to roll up some of that fronto you got, man
I be seeing you smoking
Yo, how that I.E. weather?
can run
The stupid nigga ran to the back like I expected
Tajai said skip the knees, saw his grill, he shot and wrecked it
Death is what he got, yo he
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
I bust through the hole like McFadden on Madden
A matter of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it back, now
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill
when you need to be poppin'
Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i'm sayin' cuz?
Who got
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub, straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace, four years strong and still just gettin'
of the Messiah
I'm spendin' it to get higher
Earth, Wind and Fire singing Reasons why I'm
Up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early
Sunshine on my grill
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' to you
Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya want to stunt
I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talking to you)
Fuck nigga you
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
rice, ham, beverage, pastrami
Yo it was comedy -- The B.A.N.
Back on the bust take the musk to the next city
And snoring by Frank Nitty
I'ma tell you I
better act right lay low
We know where yo family live
Trust me you don't want me up in yo grill
Wit a ski mask on duct taping your kids
You can pray
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills
So you understand I was tryna pay me
me in proper position and I'm takin it there
I hung up the phone, went outside
And hopped in the six to bust a joy ride
[Hook]
Yo dog how many
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