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Sarah Brightman % Sir John Gielgud - Текст песни Wolf, Wolf!
[Chorus]
 WOLF, WOLF!
 All you want, run your mouth in the street
 But you AIN'T GONNA FUCK with a picture of me
 I don't give a MOTHERFUCK if you a hundred deep
 But you AIN'T 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 ain't satisfied 'till a nigga leave paralyzed
 Underground out warning out it's 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 cataractsSarah Brightman % Sir John Gielgud - Wolf, Wolf! - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sarah-brightman-sir-john-gielgud/wolf-wolf-lyrics.html
 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
 TV's 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 she's down on all four
 I'm straight from the North
 I'm down to the core
 It's in my fucking veins, and it sweating out my pores
[Chorus] - 2X
 {Verse Three: Dj Paul}
 They never take me alive, I'm 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 I'm doing better since I got away from snitches
 I'm 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, we're off the fucking chizain
 I keeps me a tone, don't 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










