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    Three 6 Mafia

    Wolf Wolf

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    Добавлена 5 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    [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 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
    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!
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