Horror

[Hook - Tyler Woods] We the bang, shoot 'em up gang We up in the streets, see the wolves and the fangs You can see the horror through the scope with an aim All the real G's front line do the same [Verse 1 - Sheek Louch] Criminal mindstate, crack on my mom plate Lox on that murder shit, we boost the crime rate All black bandana, connects in Atlanta Trayvon hoodie on, taped up banana My nigga on that wild shit, life ain't the way he planned it When he fought a traffic ticket, fuck around and got remanded All I keep is cash money, stacks in the rubber band She don't wanna fuck with him, she said he's a bird man Now I'm on my weed shit, early morning trying to find a dutch Letters from Valhalla, I'm trying to stay in touch Even though I'm rich, I jump out of the car with the AR Yo Tyler, tell him who we are [Hook - Tyler Woods] We the bang, shoot 'em up gang We up in the streets, see the wolves and the fangs You can see the horror through the scope with an aim All the real G's front line do the same Yeah, you wanna fuck with The LOX boy? (boy) You better come with that Glock boy (boy) Yeah they run with them dope boys (boys) All the killers and gangsters boy [Verse 2 - Styles P] Let it bang, never will the goonery stop The devil knocked the same time opportunity knocked I'm sick, like I never have immunity shots I'm in the mood to let off, who in the mood to get popped? I'm hungry, like I ain't got no food in the pot What I can do with this work, what I can do with the Glock I can get the strip lit up, cause a funeral ah Let it squeeze and feel it in my cuticles ah Yellow M6, shit brown hoopde You ain't that wavy, you ain't that loopy Welcome to the fellowship, salute me or shoot me Alpha Wolf Ghost, let it bang with the uzi [Hook - Tyler Woods] [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] Silence is still golden Salute to the niggas that blew a couple M's on nothing and still holding Clip empty, barrel still smoking It wasn't done right if the casket is still open Revoked ya G pass, wake, funeral then the reed passed Deserve a hollow tip in each knee cap Cover in killers that just relapsed Show up where you sleep at, eat at, believe that Yeah, buckshot slugs in every shottie Cause the gates ain't pearly for everybody The horror of not being able to see the 'morrow Is the saga of this thing of ours that we apart of [Hook (x2) - Tyler Woods]