WOLVES - Gorilla Twins, Ill Bill, Nems

Take your colors off you can walk through with civilians

(Go) soldiers are gonna come down on ya'

Now take off your colors… Hey, you hear me?

Fuck you

We’re marchin' down to the next station, right through these lame fucks

territory

I’m about to body somethin' you probably frontin' (get ‘em)

Look around nigga, ain’t nobody comin'

Your whole crew ran on you, left your ass

Now you the only nigga here that’s left to blast

You fucked up now homie, you gon' get it nigga

Tryin' to cop a plea?

Nah, I ain’t with it nigga

Over there, that was the last stop

And when you crossed (Steelware Ave) that was the last cop you’ll see for the

rest of your stay (Facts)

It ain’t gon' be long anyway

If you hesitate, ooh, we’ll make you levitate

You a featherweight, lookin' like you never ate

My wolves are starvin', chewin' on a leather steak

Uh!

And you lookin' like a three-course-meal

Clap you up and then the heat’s tossed on the pier

Cause all your bitch with them heatsauce and chill (?)

Nigga we do this shit (???)

The Wolves is out

You better tuck in your jewels

Cause niggas come around here and get fuckin' abused

The Wolves is out

You better call it a night

Cause once the sun goes down it’s Fuck Your Lyfe

The Wolves is out

You better act like you ready

Cause we’ll pop your face off and chop you up with machetes

The Wolves is out

Shit is deadly

Don’t fuck with the goons

Bloody fangs howlin' at the moon

I’m about to body somethin' you probably full of shit, fucko

I’m Suge Knight in the truck though, the utmost respect

Expectin' no question marks, accept the motherfuck your life

I’mma educate you what death is

Take your last breath bitch, gaspin' for air

The Mac’s the last thing you hear when it clap in your ear

Semi-automatic salutes, automatic applause

The hammer falls, funeral songs, caskets for (y'alls)

Gun shows, serial numbers we scratchin' em off

Big black barrels, my whore’s more ratchet than yours

My hookers have more hollows to swallow your soul

When they hit the stroll everythin' in they path implodes

You should’ve, could’ve, would’ve escaped

If I ain’t murder you right now

You could’ve been videotaped and raped

You should’ve, could’ve, would’ve been a contender

Fuck outta here, chop you up like worm food in the blender

The Wolves is out

You better tuck in your jewels

Cause niggas come around here and get fuckin' abused

The Wolves is out

You better call it a night

Cause once the sun goes down it’s Fuck Your Lyfe

The Wolves is out

You better act like you ready

Cause we’ll pop your face off and chop you up with machetes

The Wolves is out

Shit is deadly

Don’t fuck with the goons

Bloody fangs howlin' at the moon

Y’all ain’t left me no choice other than the murder route

Always with a rat like I pulled a fuckin' turban out

I’m shaky all the time and I’m nervous because my nerves is out

Somebody should pass me some pills or pour me some Bourbon out

Free yourself of the Djinn, let all of the curses out

The bullets travel everywhere, inside of the earth and out

I been burnin' candles in both ends, I’m burnin' out

Word to Mother, I will spray the block and bring the hearses out

Y’all ain’t got a fuckin' army, B — You barely holdin'

All my guns is black and compact, Garry Coleman

I died, then I came back, that was a scary moment

Many recalled Lord, but few are rarely chosen

I got a son to feed and I ain’t tryin' to waste time

That’s why I keep the four-pound tucked inside the waste-line

But I would never take somethin' if it ain’t mine

Slit your fuckin' throat in front of wifey while you Facetime

The Wolves is out

You better tuck in your jewels

Cause niggas come around here and get fuckin' abused

The Wolves is out

You better call it a night

Cause once the sun goes down it’s Fuck Your Lyfe

The Wolves is out

You better act like you ready

Cause we’ll pop your face off and chop you up with machetes

The Wolves is out

Shit is deadly

Don’t fuck with the goons

Bloody fangs howlin' at the moon