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Lyrics

[Intro: William Cooper] I guess we gon' have to thug it out, I guess we gon' thug it out! Reel Wolf, ayo, let the Wolves loose, yo! Welcome to the Underworld, let the Wolves loose, hey yo! Let the Wolves loose, hahaha [Verse 1: William Cooper] The law of attraction connect my hands to the pump action Pill metaphors and all those gangsters in traction Who been a big bad Reel Wolf assassin? Creep through the underworld with twin gold plated Magnums New Jerusalem bricks, red painted hieroglyphs Pineapple kush lit, 40 ounce Olde English Movin' beyond knowledge in pursuit of wisdom My mind sound like a prism hidin' symbols in the rhythm (huh) [Verse 2: Adlib] I'm in the underworld in another world My bitch in a tub with another girl Spit on my brick, sniff some yayo Got a full clip, Gang Starr in the radio I'm a Reel Wolf (yeah), get your meal took (uh) Polarity a wolf, get your limb juxxed I came from the streets, they said you'd never leave but I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up [Chorus: Jah Youth] [?] [Verse 3: King Magnetic] King Magnetic! I'm guzzling Captain Morgan, it's literally redrum The only MC to outrap me is a dead one (haha) When I'm found and killed, I still outskill a vet Real as it gets, stab fans if they ain't feel me yet (uh) Every vision, need a judge's decision Same time I visit, this shit need a prison Envision the river so close, ripping muscle, skin, and bone Make your block hot like you're hustling in your home [Verse 4: Klee Magor] Yeah, do it hardbody John Gotti, buck 'em with a long shotty Hotter than wasabi, running bitches out of hotel lobbies Gettin' money with the Cokeboy Posse Shut up fuckboy posses, I get fuckboy drunks clean Keep my flow, tires keep pumping diesel power My dogs is bitches want to leech 'em all and be devoured Chief for hours with the reefer flower Blaze a pound of that sour that got me higher than a scenic tower [Chorus: Jah Youth] [?] [Verse 5: Odoub] Comin' straight out of New Yitty, it's official I'm a problem we pop quizzin' dudes when the crew with me In silence I move swiftly, I'm spitting the opps You bought collabs of blue fifty like you Vivica Fox You ain't a gangsta 'cause you burn dro I am God to these rappers, go Morgan Freeman, you journeying through the wormhole Love or hate me, ain't respecting the hustle I got drive, five hundred horses of American muscle [Verse 6: Sicknature] Yo, you're now fumbling killer tunes, wrong 'em so their bones Solid images shown turn this shit up after your ceiling gone And your room's roofless, wake up anyone who's lucid This is Goon Musick, a Goonsclusive We teaming with Reel Wolf and we too voodoo, we smashing forces of challengers Surprisingly deadly like Chinese cough syrup in Panama The rap rules and the ranks and cats are loose and their aim Will leave you with a new SnowGoonS tattoo on the brain [Chorus: Jah Youth] [?]