Fes Taylor - Wolf Pack Anthem Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]Aiyo, ***** whoever snitched on SpecsI hope you get stabbed to death, then you get pissed on nextPuerto Ricans on the fifth floor, got Chuck crib rushedMy little sister doing robbery, they took her in cuffsSmoking weed at 13, first took me a puffMy older cousin, Boo, son, when he slid me some dustYo, my darts like an open wound, dripping with puffsReal nasty, sippin' some Henny, hittin' a bluntPigs harass me, jump out vans, pickin' us upLike a school bus in the morning when ya kids in the frontIf you front, then the Wolves got my back like a napsackI clap at this fake big dog, fronting fat catMore like a puppy or kitten, I've been doing thisSince Polo Rugbies with Knights that's BritishFrom a place people like to visit, but they scared to live hereTimes it feel impossible, who in hereNo I'm not a loser, I got bread, I trick P.T. CruisersAnd G.T. Cougars, this is for my PCP moversBray Brand Street shooters, Park Hill crack dealers who chief buddahStick up kids who play on the staircase***** a mask, want the rep, so they spray on your bare faceThe ratchet make you come out your jacket, but we was taking JansportsTo ever before, just snatching leaf patchesCuz caught my bluff, said hit him so a shot tossLike Fes what you doing, you said shoot 'em, so I popped offDid a lot of shit in the past, never got caughtLucky we ain't doing life, the way the block taughtBut stoned is the way of the walk, I hate the pigsSo I eat swine, son, slaying the porkBarbeque cops, bop if you hard or you notThis is hip hop, I spit it from the heart when I rockI'm part of the art, just picture the game without FesNiggas like J-Kwon, only on, cuz we ain't out yet[Chorus: Fes Taylor]Aiyo, my niggas don't fight, we just let off them pipesCatch a body, throw the glock away, yellWolf Pack, yeah, Wolf Pack, yeahWolf Pack, yeah, Wolf Pack, yeah[Fes Taylor]It's like me vs. the whole planet, and that's the reason I hold cannonsSo under pressure, never see the pro panicI got cuts and scars, but still I ***** starsI treat a ***** like the slut you areWe stunting in cars, cost more than most niggas housesIn the hooptie wilding, the housing, the nigga need counselingAnger management, no remorse when the hammer spitThree niggas with masks, only thing the camera getA lane of sticks, linebacker, trynna get my hands on VickCatch a rich nigga slipping, cooler than a can of BriskI plan the fifth, you please stick, I plead the fifthHeat seek your whip, bullets with illegal tipsDesert eagle grip, shots make your people snitchBarrel pointed at you, right behind the regal tentsIt's either that, or I bash your domeLike Cam told Mase, jack, you can come back homeAiyo, ***** these niggas fronting like, I ain't the oneLike I won't smack 'em up, then put eye in the sonYou die in the slums, my brain fry, high offa drugsI ride for my dubs, slug leave you lying in bloodType of nigga cry to the judge, tell the hot boys where you buying them gunsI'm what they try to becomeStill they hate on me, true hip hop fans wait for meI can't eat, I know somebody got a plate for meExtortion, call it the fresh air fundPair of J's or some fresh Air One's, here we come[Chorus 2X]
