Lyrics W.O.L.V.E.S. - Krumbsnatcha feat. M.O.P.
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
priest,
there's
a
demon
in
ya
hood
schemin
Catch
me
out
the
six
leanin,
with
the
nine
steamin
Aimed
at
your
BM
The
sound
of
the
Glock
sound
like
riots
in
Watts
I
point
a
Ruger
at'cha
crew
and
give
you
somethin
to
watch
D.T.'s,
Feds,
and
NARCS,
exchanging
shots
In
broad
day
until
the
first
one
lay
when
he
pop
And
if
I
pull
and
you
pull
The
one
to
get
it
worst
be
the
last
to
burst
ICU
status,
with
the
phattest
nurse
Gat
holders
tucking
them
burners,
with
the
fat
pollers
concealed
But
quickly
leave
a
veal
through
your
widow's
shield
Reckless,
connect
like
a
Nexus,
for
your
necklace
is
on
Formin
like
Voltron
and
bomb
Y'all
police
best
be
ready!
If
you
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!
All
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
where
the
turf
Is
rugged
neva
smoove
(What
have
you
got
to
lose!)
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
The
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
at
you
and
end
the
game
All
disrespect
intended,
to
any
lieutenant
Who
feel
offended,
by
the
way
I
represented,
bitch!
Y'all
police
best
be
ready!
If
you
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!
All
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!
I
put
it
down,
M.O.P.
spit
fiyah!
Show
'em
what
we
stand
for,
yes
siyah!
All
I
need
is
my
niggas,
my
guns
and,
my
CD's
And
I'mma
ride,
fuck
N.Y.P.D
The
street
cops,
patrollin
them
heat
Goons
be
holdin
'em
but
fuck
it
We
lay
'em
down
like
linoleum
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
be
street
illiterate,
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
B'Ville,
deranged,
gun
poppers,
salute!
Y'all
police
best
be
ready!
If
you
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!
All
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!
Y'all
police
best
be
ready!
If
you
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!
All
my
people
in
the
ghetto,
get
up
off...
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