| [feat. N.B.S. & Slaine] | |
| [Verse 1: E Flash] | |
| Money over everything, if that isn't the case then I'm gunning 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're herbing them | |
| Guaranteed the shorties you dream about berserking them | |
| Snowgoons we're merging the full moon and twilight | |
| N.B.S. will merge like King James with highlights | |
| ? smoking the grape dutch, the high life | |
| Sidearm? me nigga we call it sideswipe | |
| Eyes white no cousin my eyes red | |
| Dead serious, my mother will tell you I'm about bread | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| 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 piss is what we're dealing ya | |
| Illegal and Det team with the vets | |
| N.B.S. 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 | |
| [Verse 2: Slaine] | |
| Yo I don't feel the need to be filled with greed | |
| But watch out now, this is how I kill the beef | |
| 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 for 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, rappers 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 | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Africa, Antarctica will rock with ya | |
| South and North America we're repping ya | |
| Asia, Europe, Australia we're feeling ya | |
| The big bang will leave you slain, we're killing ya | |
| Illegal and Det team with the vets | |
| N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh | |
| The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up | |
| Get paper, put em up, that's major, put em up | |
| [Verse 3: V Knuckles] | |
| 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 | |
| N.B.S. you know the Gs, Snowgoons we overseas | |
| Cross my heart, no rosaries | |
| I shouldered 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 ahold of me | |
| Ask the older Gs, the vets run the whole scene | |
| Play your team down like codeine, we getting more cream | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| 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 piss we're dealing ya | |
| Illegal and Det team with the vets | |
| N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh | |
| The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up | |
| Get paper, put em up, that's major, put em up |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)