When the Wolf Cries

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