T'Pack of Wolves

Lyrics

[Intro]
Imma Ex-con,
And this my con-verse.
Imma Ex-con,
And this my con-verse.

[Chorus]
Disorderly conduct we fail to disburse,
Da whole crowd goin wild somebody might need a hurst,
For the lines in my ryhmes, when I bust my verse,
Imma star moving forward this my Ex-Con verse.

[Verse 1]
Sitting inside like the stars on my feet,
Or the stars that's in the car as I dance to da beat.
Gotta nice house but I'm still out inna street,
Imma ex-con and a werewolf that's thinking deep.
Staring at the moon blowing smoke up in the air,
Chuck Taylor Converse yea I gotta few pair.
I don't hang wit a gang and I never was a square,
Gotta circle full of barbers that'll shape up ya hair.

[Chorus]
Disorderly conduct we fail to disburse,
Da whole crowd goin wild somebody might need a hurst,
For the lines in my rhymes, when I bust my verse,
Imma star moving forward, this my Ex-con verse.

[Verse 2]
Rollin deep wit my pack, semi-auto still packed,
Get da fuck outta my ear I ain't wit all dat rap.
I'm making computer love I Roger that, then I Zapp,
Getting money online another digital asset.
Puttin my niggaz on and to these crackers Imma threat,
Criminal minded ex-con but I got some intellect.
So just transfer my deposits I ain't waiting for a check,
Cause if it bounce Imma bounce and put my Chucks down on ya neck.

[Chorus]
Disorderly conduct we fail to disburse,
Da whole crowd goin wild somebody might need a hurst,
For the lines in my rhymes, when I bust my verse,
Imma star moving forward, this my Ex-con verse.

[Bridge]
On my low in high tops, and I never do the drops,
But if I gotta convert a boo I bet you her religion change onna spot.

[Verse 3]
Puttin on gloves my pen is hot, might burn the book,
Left handed so when I'm handing it down it's overlooked.
Like a nasty ass lay-up or a Magic Johnson hook,
Motha fuckaz disappear probably somewhere they never look.
Nancy was living too fancy politicians they getting shook,
In a state that's red hot Arizona is getting cooked.
And the blues that be in news NBC they fail to mention,
Everyday another black girl or boy is goin missing.

[Chorus]
Disorderly conduct we fail to disburse,
Da whole crowd goin wild somebody might need a hurst,
For the lines in my rhymes, when I bust my verse,
Imma star moving forward, this my Ex-con verse.