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Three 6 Mafia - "Wolf, Wolf!"
Lyrics to Wolf, Wolf! : [Chorus] WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AINT GONNA FUCK with a picture of me I dont give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep But you AINT GONNA FUCK with a picture of me {Verse One: Lord Infamous} Tell them hoes they get slapped, and them niggaz get stomped If crunk was a .44 this be the pump Hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump Cause nobody bump like the Hypnotized bump So rush them to the left, push them to the right Fuck a nigga up wanna start some shit tonight Bust some heads fuck it, bust a motherfucking leg Bust dem rude boys up with the naughty dreads Rush em up, push em grab em and slam em Swing dem elbows boy drop that hammer! Juiceman, Paul, Lord Infamous, and Crunch I dare you niggaz to throw the first punch We aint satisfied till a nigga leave paralyzed Underground out warning out its the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherfucking bitch do some damage! [Chorus] - 2X {Verse Two: Juicy "J"} {"North, North" repeated through the entire verse} What the fuss about' Is it cause a nigga got dough' What the cuss about is it cause a nigga got hoes' Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here niggaz taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac suck-n-jack Niggaz kill for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden kills, playing a game of "Pass it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the bitch, haters get sad If I get your brains blow out, then they crying TVs as they bump off in the rear, then they dying I close a lot of doors I pimp a lot of whores I fuck your main gal and shes down on all four Im straight from the North Im down to the core Its in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores [Chorus] - 2X {Verse Three: Dj Paul} They never take me alive, Im getting high with my .45 Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches I seem Im doing better since I got away from snitches Im the rawest, quick the break the lamest Really all they saw is how quick I broke his rawest Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.Em (Memphis) Slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women We out the fucking frizame, were off the fucking chizain I keeps me a tone, dont you dare step to me mane I lives in the south where them thugs outta control You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns I love to load bullets in they back when they run These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun But see em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga! [Chorus] - 2X [ Wolf, Wolf! Lyrics ]
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