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three 6 mafia - wolf wolf lyrics

[chorus]
wolf, wolf!
all you want, run your mouth in the street
but you ain’t gonna f-ck with a picture of me
i don’t give a motherf-ck if you a hundred deep
but you ain’t gonna f-ck with a picture of me

[verse one: lord infamous]
tell them hoes they get slapped, and them n-gg-z get stomped
if crunk was a .44 this be the pump
hit the floor like a maniac, everybody thump
’cause n-body b-mp like the hypnotized b-mp
so rush them to the left, push them to the right
f-ck a n-gg- up wanna start some sh-t tonight
bust some heads f-ck it, bust a motherf-cking 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-gg-z to throw the first punch
we ain’t satisfied ’till a n-gg- leave paralyzed
underground out warning out it’s the hypnotized
chaos, destruction, mayhem, panic
lose your motherf-cking b-tch do some damage!

[chorus – 2x]

[verse two: juicy “j”]
[“north, north” repeated through the entire verse]
what the fuss about?
is it cause a n-gg- got dough?
what the cuss about is it cause a n-gg- got hoes?
hate to be the one to tell ya that a player got your honey
got her working up in here n-gg-z taking all her money
in the back of a black cadillac suck-n-jack
n-gg-z 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 “p-ss it back”
if i buy a brand new car, haters get mad
if i buy some shoes for the b-tch, haters get sad
if i get your brains blow out, then they crying
tv’s as they b-mp off in the rear, then they dying
i close a lot of doors
i pimp a lot of wh-r-s
i f-ck 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-cking 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 b-tches
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 ko’em (memphis)
slap naggers in they mouth cause they act like women
we out the f-cking frizame, we’re off the f-cking 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-gg-z talk sh-t around they click just for fun
but see ’em in the streets the motherf-ckers play dumb, n-gg-!

[chorus – 2x]

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