Snowgoons - This Is Goons sh** lyrics

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Snowgoons - This Is Goons sh** lyrics

E'Flash “From the bottom we built this, no hand-outs n***a we had to go for self k**in' every record we touch, all this sh** have to hurt Goon Music, elite goons runnin' the streets Goons comin' from everywhere, s**ers cannot compete It's a takeover, mind of a great soldier 8th holder that spit, rip your cavity and break shoulders Was known for sellin' work on the park bench to earn my keep Mixin' wild coke with flour, to some, work for cheap Feelin' like the best in the business, you other rappers weak Snowgoons Infantry n***a, who make the hotter beats? Black Snow, you cowards get clapped slow Facts though, ain't another movement like us lettin' their GATS blow Verbally, you rap commercially, and we don't feel that Personally, ___ it hurts for free if not for real rap Natural Born Spitters are back, guns loaded and packed Shots explode in your back, verbal attack n***a.” V. Knuckles “I step foot in the Black Snow, spit a 16 That'll make the ground crack slow sh** we spit is dismissin' all your whack flow It's written with precision, n***as thought I let the MAC go It's the vets, better ask around First black man in the fam with the cap and gown I did it for my mom, but I'm stackin' now Middle finger to the government, they a pack o' clowns We've been in the streets tryin' to traffic pounds Now we on beats by Snowgoons with a platinum sound Had the best clients, they just kept buyin' ‘round the clock, makin' plays like I'm Dez Bryant Who wanna test violence, I'll press iron Leave your chest fryin', the tube spit Now your set's dyin', all our lives had to grind on some Goon sh** My wolves hungry, and tonight the full moon's lit.” Planet Asia “Yo, never tempt a stomach that's growlin' Four more mouth formin', wolfgang howlin' Too late to throw the towel in, shots from the rusty hammer Texas .38, my gun got a country grammar Nanna showed me my first gun, it had a country grammar So all that stupid sh** you on is just a bunch o' Fanta A bunch o' fake j**elry with a bunch of cameras You and your nerd squad can be the next victim on World Star Ridiculously rap back and pistol whip Thought you was with the sh**, I see you just a bird pa I keep the heat near to heat up your f*ggot a** streetwear Your funny lookin' clothes and feetwear Homie I've been the truth, vance my n***a b**h dance, but I don't need a b**h trippin' I just need the loot, what's life without a taste of wealth It's a stick up, now everybody break yourself.”

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