Wolf tickets...
Yeah, game goes on ^!$$%
And it ain't no myth for the ^!$$% fifth

C-L-I-C-K %#@! up in this (*##$ for rich
I was told a few hands sellin them wolf tickets
Like they gold tryin to be bold

So we here to buy a few
Cash em in check a chin
Cuz hogs play to win

So if you doin' a lot of baulkin', can't walk that walk
Take two steps back and look at yourself
Before you wind up in that in that chalk ^!$$%


(D-Shot)
17 from a broken down hood with no dreams

The only thing I knew was to form a fat team
The Hillside just a small part of the city
Where poppin $$# gangstas flossin like me

See I rap
But what I spit gets straight real
I serve no wolf tickets

^!$$% I will kill
Any mother$#&@er that step within my boundry
When you $#&@ with me, you $#&@ with my family


(B-Legit)
Mother$#&@ers talk hard

But never hit the yard
When they car gets snatched
Lil' ol batch

We can knuckle up take it to the blind
Main line livin' got me diggin
Tryin not to catch no time

They got me locked down cuz I made the dump
17 gettin off ^!$$% bring the funk
And ain't no punk from the start

With no love and no heart
So ^!$$% you can sing the part


Chorus-
Why is they barkin', knowin they know,
Talkin that irrelevant, fat mouth n fo sho,

But since they ain't no tellin what jack told Helen
What the hell is they Sellin'?
Wolf Tickets


(E-40)
Haters, come out and play-yay

And I be waitin' with they Chinese AK-yay
But you can't have female dog (*##$ in your joints
Goin alll about ya way just ta get the brownie points

First one to to wolf that %#@! first one to bone and
Skat like cash
Dissin one them hard hoe $$# ^!$$%s run in packs

Hatin on the slusha; just cause he heard that
I was thinkin bout throwin me a Testarossa this summer


(Suga-T)
Yeah, wolf tickets is some silly tricks tryin to be the
%#@!

Comin' with that sicky-sing sing stupid $$# %#@!
Soul Train's about to pay me doe
So I can skat from Vallejo to the iggity-iggity O

Uhh, it's a gang of fools wolfin' tryin to get in for
Free
Sprinkle Me, you see me Suga-T

Uhh, might wanna preciate some real %#@! spiggity spit
But now fools be straight wolfin' it


Chorus

(B-Legit)

I hate the transformin' - Bustas in disguise
Don't really know what the $#&@ is between they thighs
To my surprise you've been sleepin with the enemy

And at the same time drinkin' on gin with me
I cut you loose wasn't $#&@in with the extra luggage
90 somethin and you just now gettin' published
But you wolfin to the wrong cat
I got the hog on my back and body bleeders in my

Milimeter

(E-40)
A thir-a thirteen hundred block magazine
40 cookin' cola, A-1, Ice Cream

Packages stuffed pineapple, yola, and greens
Had a ba!@&(t full of choppers and Triple Beams
In order to spit this type of %#@! you gotta know it,
Seen it, did it, lived it, been it
No more 7-11 turf burrito chimmy chomas

Now we some timahs regular customers at benny dollars

Ha, ha yeah I tried to told ya falsified $$# ^!$$%s
That it's goin down, comin up out the V-town
You see funk is somethin only a choosen few stand tall

Through
But as you can see we pull hoe cards
For you hoe-havin', playa hatin'
Mad at the world cause the game is passin them by
Top naggas that want to be hard
So accept game and stop, look and listen and quit lyin'

To kick it
And cease on the mother$#&@er wolf tickets you
Know!

Chorus