When the Wolf Cries

As I`m scoping out the middle, bow and arrow to my spinal<br>I hear the eagle calling as it`s flying for it`s final kill<br>I feel the sense of murder in my veins<br>Hiding bodies in turrains, night stalkers is the name<br>I read motherfuckers like a scripture, you see the picture<br>Your face down staring at the snake that bit ya<br>Hit ya with the feeling, I went in and brought em with death<br>Not even the Holy Spirit can hear em gasping for breath<br>Nothing left but a body, dangling, hanging from the tree<br>Evidence of struggle inflicted by me the young G<br>Out of America`s finest, the 619 is your boundary<br>The county of the wicked`s where you found me<br>I`m out thugging like a motherfucker<br>Making a living, I`m unforgiven, you best believe I`ll buck ya<br>I ain`t no killer but don`t press your luck<br>Cuz if you`re fucking with my ends it be like fucking with my blunt punk<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br>When the sun goes down you hear the wolf cry<br>Thugs don`t die, we multiply<br>So put your money where your mouth is and handle business<br>Fuck a witness, become a victim of my hit list<br><br>Now check my status, I got these motherfuckers ducking<br>If you be owing me duckets you better pay before I start dumping<br>A little something for that ass to make you fly straight<br>If not I`ll make your own people ship you in the wooden crate<br>The mental state of mine is strickly fuck a foe, fuck a hoe<br>Fuck everything around you that ain`t making dough<br>I gotta hustle everyday, make sure I get my pay<br>My lady`s getting bitchy cuz the baby`s on the way<br>I pray to God that I make it through<br>Yeah, I know that I`m a fool but what the fuck is it to you<br>I used to sell dimes, quarters and ounces<br>Now I push keys overseas when I`m bouncing<br>Lounging in a different state, counting stacks<br>Worldwide ballers know that Shadow got the fat sacks<br>Packs of blunts being rolled up so busters when I show up<br>You know you`re caught up in a fucking hold up<br><br>[Chorus x2]