Wolf Pack (featuring Hypnotized Camp Posse) Lyrics

Wolf Pack (featuring Hypnotized Camp Posse) lyrics

(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