Put ’Em Up
Money over everything
If that isn't the case then I'm
Gonna let the semi sting
Or I let the German sing
Luger eats you like Burger King
No, I ain't a killer but better murder things
Setting up a burglary
Locksmith will pop your shit
Big O will pop your lip
Beat it and then hop the whip
Tell me who's as hot as this
I never heard of him
My young boys who play with them
Toys will probably murder them
Serena Williams serving nerd boys
We herking them
Guaranteed the shorties you dream
About berserking them
Snowgoons emerge in the full moon
No twilight
NBS emerge like King James with highlights
Sour D smoking the grape dutch, the high life
Sidearm purple me nigga we call it sideswipe
Eyes white no cousin my eyes red
Dead serious
My mother will tell you I'm about bread
Africa, Antarctica will rock with ya
South and North America we're repping ya
Asia, Europe, Australia we're feeling ya
Straight crack music and piff is
What we're dealing ya
Illegal and Det team with the vets
NBS snowgoons getting cream in the flesh
The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up
Getting paper, put em up, that's major
Put em up
Yo I don't feel the need
To be filled with greed but watch out now
This is how I kill the beat
Heart racing, spilled this beat out the bag
Grew the flower, killed the weed
Blew the powder
Grew my power with the will of my speech
My oxygen and weed smoke
Toxins are filling my cheeks
Boxing you to sleep like Oxycontin
I'm a villainous thief
Superstar international but I'm still
In the streets
From the east put peace to the
West until my will is deceased
I just chewed another motherfucking
Pill in my teeth
Every word is a murderous speech
I'm that real, rap is heard in the streets
Born in the dirt and the grease
Homie I'm homicidal
I bust a nut inside your momma's Bible
I'll probably lie to your face
God is my rival
I was never scared, I'm armed for survival
You can get killed from a
Bullet from the rifle
We're Snowgoons, we blow fumes
It's Knuckles
When I die they gonna ride and
Bury me in a gold tomb
For more food I sold boom old school
My foes loose seeing me is
Like seeing a cold June
Hot July heat, my flow will fry fleas
Guys weep, me and my cousin
That could be five deep
When Vi speaks my mind reeks
The high chief only conduct the
Ceremony over live beats
Dime freaks on my sheets, you know the steez
NBS you know the Gs, Snowgoons we overseas
Cross my heart, no rosaries
I shoulder these, I get stacked
With these sick raps, i got a flow disease
Been ahead of my time before I go to sea
Any nigga singing to the Ds is a ho to me
Ask the older Gs
The vets run the whole scene
Lay your team down like codeine
We getting more cream
