M.o.p. - W.O.L.V.E.S. lyrics

Uh-huh We wolves baby, we wolves [Krumbsnatcha] 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, f** 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, wih 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 Chorus: [Children] Y'all police best be ready! [Snatcha] If you tired of seein n***as gettin beat in the street [Children] Y'all police best be ready! [Snatcha] For all my hungry a** thugs that be tryin to eat [Children] Y'all police best be ready! [Snatcha] 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! [Billy Danze] Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth (why's that) I was put on a part of the earth where the turf Its rugged never smooth (What have you got to loose!) 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' a** up off your feet Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name Their system has been aimed For every 211 and every 187, my n***as is to blame What happened to Diallo is a motherf**in 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, b*tch! [Hook] [Lil' Fame] I put it down, M.O.P. spit FIIYAHH! Show 'em what we stand for, YES SIYYAAH! All I need is my n***as, my guns and, my CD's And I'mma ride, f** N.Y.P.D The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT Goons be holdin 'em but f** 'em We lay 'em down like linolieum 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 n***as 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 f**in wit Motherf**in you f**in with the UH, OH, UH, That's the truth It's the B'Ville, deranged, gun poppers, salute! [Hook] 2x to fade