Dj Paul - Wolf, Wolf! lyrics

[Hook] WOLF, WOLF! All you want, run your mouth in the street But you AIN'T GONNA fu*k with a picture of me I don't give a MOTHERfu*k if you a hundred deep But you AIN'T GONNA fu*k with a picture of me [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Time for hoes to get slapped And them n***as 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 f** a n***a up wanna start some sh** tonight Bust some heads f** it, bust a motherf**ing 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 n***as to throw the first punch We ain't satisfied 'till a n***a leave paralyzed Underground out warning out it's the Hypnotized Chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic Lose your motherf**ing mind, b**h do some damage! [Hook] - 2X [Verse 2: Juicy J] {"North, North" repeated through the entire verse} What the fuss about? Is it cause a n***a got dough? What the cuss about is it cause a n***a got hoes? Hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey Got her working up in here n***as taking all her money In the back of a black Cadillac s**-n-jack n***as k** for them X pills, trying to clean our cataracts Sitting in the front like a mack, smoking sacks This is real smoking Laden k**s, playing a game of "Pa** it back" If I buy a brand new car, haters get mad If I buy some shoes for the b**h, 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 who*es I f** 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 f**ing veins, and it sweating out my pores [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3: 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 b**hes 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 f**ing frizame, we're off the f**ing 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 n***as talk sh** around they click just for fun But see 'em in the streets the motherf**ers play dumb, n***a! [Hook] - 2X