Wolf Pack lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
AUUUUUU!! Wolfpack, get down b*tch
Get on the mothaf*cking ground hoe
Hypnotize got damn posse in yo house b*tch
Gangsta Boo, Crunchy Black, Lord Infamous, DJ Paul, Juicy J, La Chat
And my new n*gga Frayser Boy

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Hypnotize Camp b*tch, step into this mask
Get yo ass f*cked up b*tch, 44 blast
And u lemons lookin' at me hard
Gangsta B. assassin gonna catch a f*ckin murder charge
f*ckin wit' you n*ggas
Mutha f*ckas wit that hoe sh*t
Circulatin' gossip 'bout the lady, what's the business b*tch
If u really got a problem then let my n*ggas know
How you gonna handle that? The wrath of a killer hoe

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Make the wrong move and bodies get bruised
Talk too much fool, then I duct-tape you
Act a damn fool and get treated like a fool
What did I do to get stuck in these shoes
Ooooh the f*ck? oooh!!! when you see me come thru
Lock and f*ckin' load, when I pop at you
Do the damn thing, n*gga do what you do
Ain't no attitude, I'm just being like you
[Verse 3: Frayser Boy]
I'm knockin' down you n*ggas doors, f*ckin all you n*ggas hoes
Get out the way I'm throwin' bows, a n*gga hurt, don't stop no show
Straight out the Bay a n*gga real, don't try to fake the f*ckin deal
All my dogs I know is trill, I'm out here tryna get a meal
f*ckin wit that Hypnotize, I can see it in yo eyes
Frayser Boy it ain't no lie, you can kiss yo ass goodbye
I been branded as HCP n*ggas don't u f*ck wit me
Just like the Sun bringin' heat run up n*gga u gone see b*tch

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Lords the horrid; very morbid
Chainsaw roaring, n*ggas blood is pouring
Arts of War - I invented the torment
44 gat, all the slugs are soaring
You're the target, hope you can absorb it
My mortuaries got plenty of storage
I got some sh*t that launch yo ass into orbit
Close the casket, obituary poetry

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now I'mma break it down for ya since you b*tches don't know
Just because u signed wit' select-o, you ain't a CEO
Ya gotta sell some records first, that's part of the plan
Let's try to see if you can get more than 20,000 on sound scan
You wack ass b*tches what ya playin' wit' this cheese
Ya need to get up on 80 G's and holla at me
Thats the discounted price for a Hypnotize beat
On my wall I got some Golds and I got some PTs
I bet u knew dat b*tch
[Verse 6: Juicy J]
I'm from the hood, I ain't no good
Wit' 20 n*ggas deep we rollin' lac wood
You can't faze me, you do amaze me
You say u on top, so why u hate me
You muggin', you starin', but I ain't carin'
Or is it my watch, the platinum the carats
But why u wanna do, what grown folks do
Like go to house of dubbs and purchase 22's

[Verse 7: La Chat]
I'm puttin' the city on lock, I'm finna load up them Glocks
I'm gonna blow up ya spot, when ya run ya get popped
Loaded strapped up wit' gats, but you can't kill of a mack
You done f*cked up ya know that, I hope you watchin' yo back
I gave you props a great b*tch, them killers give me yo sh*t
La Chat gone blow off yo wig, why you keep crossin' yo nig
I hope you ready for war, I ain't got no time for ya boys
Mayn I got somethin' in store, ya need to play wit ya whore
I get together the tone, pull up in front of ya home
You betta know that it's on, that woman shoot up ya dome
Since ya wanna be a killer, here's ya chance ya n*gga
Let's see do u got the liver, to pull ya gun and the trigga
A lot of b*tches hate Chat, but I ain't f*cked up 'bout dat
Ya wanna get off some anna, sh*t, ya know where I'm at
But then ya know how I roll, ya b*tches know what I'm 'bout
Ain't no discussions 'bout me, I put my foot in yo mouth, b*tch