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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?
f**k you
We’re marchin’ down to the next station, right through these lame f**ks territory

I’m about to (pardon) somethin’ you probably frontin’ (get ‘em)
Look around n***a, ain’t nobody comin’
Your whole crew ran on you, left your ass
Now you the only n***a here that’s left to blast
You f**ked up now homie, you gon’ get it n***a
Tryin’ to cop a plea? Nah, I ain’t with it n***a
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 b*t*h with them heatsauce and chill (?)
n***a we do this sh*t (???)

The Wolves is out
You better tuck in your jewels
Cause n***as come around here and get f**kin’ abused
The Wolves is out
You better call it a night
Cause once the sun goes down it’s f**k 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
sh*t is deadly
Don’t f**k with the goons
Bloody fangs howlin’ at the moon

I’m about to buy into somethin’ you probably full of sh*t, f**ko
I’m Suge Knight in the truck though, the utmost respect
Expectin’ no question marks, accept the motherf**k your life
I’mma educate you what death is
Take your last breath b*t*h, 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
f**k outta here, chop you up like worm food in the blender

Y’all ain’t left me no choice other than the murder route
Always with a rat like I pulled a f**kin’ 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 f**kin’ 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 f**kin’ throat in front of wifey while you Facetime

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