Wolf Pack Lyrics - Singles - La'chat

(DJ Paul) Talking 

AUUUUUU!! Wolfpack, GET DOWN BITCH! 

GET ON THE MUTHA FUCKIN GROUND HOE! 

HYPNOTIZE GOT DAMN POSSE IN YO HOUSE BITCH! 

Gangsta Boo,Crunchy Blac,Lord Infamous,DJ Paul,Juicy J,La Chat 

and my new nigga Frayser Boy! 

(Gangsta Boo) 

Hypnotize Camp bitch,step into this mask 

Get yo ass fucked up bitch, 44 blast 

And u lemons lookin at me hard 

Gangsta B. assasin gonna catch a fuckin murder charge 

Fuckin wit you niggas 

Mutha fuckas wit that hoe shit 

Circulatin gossip bout the lady, whats the bizness bitch 

If u really got a problem then let my niggas know 

How you gonna handle that? the wrath of a killer hoe 

(Crunchy Blac) 

Make the wrong move and body's get bruised 

Talk to much fool, and 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 fuck? oooh!!! when ya see me come thru 

Lock and fuckin load,when I pop at you 

Do the damn thing,nigga do what you do 

Aint no attitude I'm just being like you 

(Frayser Boy) 

I'm knockin down you niggas doors 

Fuckin all you niggas hoes 

Get out the way Im throwin bows 

A nigga hurt,dont stop no show 

Straight out the Bay a nigga real 

Dont try to fake the fuckin deal 

All my dogs I know is trill 

I'm out here tryna get a meal 

Fuckin wit that Hypnotize 

I can see it in yo eyes 

Frayser Boy it aint no lie 

You can kiss yo ass goodbye 

I been branded as HCP 

Niggas dont u fuck wit me 

Just like the Sun bringin heat run up nigga u gone see bitch 

(Lord Infamous) 

Lords the horrid 

Very morbid 

Chainsaw roaring 

Niggas blood is pouring 

Arts of war 

I invented the torment 

44 gat, all the slugs are swarming 

Your the target,hope u can absorb it 

My mortuary's got plenty of storage 

I got some shit that launch yo ass into orbit 

Close the casket 

Orbituary poetry 

(DJ Paul) 

Now Ima break it down for ya since you bitches dont know 

Just because u signed wit select-o, you aint a CEO 

Ya gotta sell some records first, thats part of the plan 

Lets try to see if you can get more than 20,000 on sound scan 

You wack ass bitches what ya playin wit this cheese 

Ya need to get up on 80 G's and hollar 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 Bitch 

(Juicy J) 

I'm from the hood 

I aint no good 

Wit 20 niggas deep 

We rollin lac wood 

You cant faze me 

You do amaze me 

You say u on top 

So why u hate me 

You muggin u starin 

But I aint 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 

(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 cant kill of a mack 

You done fucked up ya know dat 

I hope you watchin yo back 

I gave you props a great bitch 

Them killers give me yo shit 

La Chat gone blow off yo wig 

Why you keep crossin yo nig 

I hope ya ready for war 

Aint 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 

Ya betta know that its on 

That woman shoot up ya dome 

Since ya wanna be a killer 

Heres ya chance ya nigga 

Lets see do u got the liver 

To pull ya gun and the trigga 

Alot of bitches hate Chat 

But I aint fucked up bout dat 

Ya wanna get off some anna 

Shit!!! ya know where I'm at 

But then ya know how I roll 

Ya bitches know what I'm bout 

Aint no discussions wit me 

I put my foot in yo mouth