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Training Day soundtrack lyrics Krumbsnatcha---W.O.L.V.E.S. lyrics Featuring M.O.P. Uh-huh We wolves baby, we wolves [Krumbsnatcha] A full moon make my blood curl Got me stuck in opposition in the underworld Savage beasts, like wolves when we roamin these streets And work for least, fuck peace, go to war with police Some call the priest, there's a demon in ya hood schemin Catch me out the six leanin, with the nine steamin Ain't that 'cha BM The sound of the glock sound like rocks in Watts I point a Ruben at'cha crew and give you somethin to watch D.T.'s, Feds, and NARCS, exchanging shots In broad day 'til the first one lay when he pop And if I pull and you pull, the one to get to get it worst be the last to burst ICU status, wih the phattest nurse Gat holders chuckin them burners, with the fat pollers concealed But quickly leave a veal through your widow's sheild Reckless, connected like a Nexus, for your necklace is on Formin like Photron and bomb Chorus: [Children] Y'all police best be ready! [Snatcha] If your tired of seein niggas gettin beat in the street [Children] Y'all police best be ready! [Snatcha] For all my hungry ass thugs that be tryin to eat [Children] Y'all police best be ready! [Snatcha] For my people in the ghetto, get up off of your feet And let the wolves out! (Unh) And let the wolves out! (What!) And let the wolves out! (Unh) Let the wolves out! [Billy Danze] Yo I been labelled a bad guy since birth (why's that) I was put on a part of the earth with a turf, its rugged never smooth (What have you got to loose!) Not a damn thing That's why I holler "Ante Up" when you holler "Bling Bling" How do I survive? I strap up all my heat I get out on the beat, I find a way to eat See William never sleep, you think it's somethin sweet And I will kindly li-li-li-li-lift yo' ass up off your feet Shackle me in chains, tamper with my brain Spit a ten digit number when you call me by my name Their system has been aimed For every 211 and every 187, my niggas is to blame What happened to Diallo is a motherfuckin shame How 'bout if I spit .41 that you were in the game ALL disrespect intended, to any lieutenant, who feel offended, by the way I represented, BITCH! [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] I put it down, M.O.P. spit FIIYAHH! Show 'em what we stand for, YES SIYYAAH! All I need is my niggas, my guns and, my CD's And I'ma ride, fuck N.Y.P.D. The STREET cops, patrollin them HEAT Goons be holdin 'em but fuck 'em We lay 'em down like linolieum GHETTO WARFARE! brroom, buck! We grip eight on The pop'll pop off, that's how we do in Brooknam Let the wolves out! Huh, all day For my niggas gettin money that hustle in hallways Get'cha money mister (mister) it's a (it's a) new day Don't mistreat the literate, cuz you could get it two ways Behind bars, or six feet deep So be careful who you fuckin wit Motherfuckin you fuckin with the UH, OH, UH, That's the truth It's the beatdown, derranged, gun poppers, salute! [Chorus] 2x to fade Other Training Day soundtrack lyrics: Bounce, Rock, Golden State lyrics American Dream lyrics Roscoe---Training Day (In My Hood) lyrics GangStarr---Tha Squeeze lyrics The LOX---Dirty Ryders lyrics C-Murder Trick Daddy---Watch The Police lyrics Pharoahe Monch---Fuck You lyrics Dr. Dre DJ Quick---Put It On Me lyrics |