Training Day Soundtrack

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