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N.B.S. & Snowgoons ft Termanology, Ea$y Money & Reks
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M.B.S., Snowgoons, S.T. dot, uh
I two-step with the toolie like, "Who's next?"
My goons reppin', honestly, we some true vets
The people screamin', the tires burnin', the cops comin'
Cut your feet off, pussy, now you can stop runnin'
The cash pilin', new safe made of cast iron
Before Corona, my homies was in the mask wilin'
I'm back stylin', crack rhymin', black diamonds
My shorty wax so big, she got back problems
You rockin' that designer but you still vagina
Pussy boy, the type of leader I would never follow
Rest in peace Sean P, we got classics
Them videos got mad views and mad clicks
Judge Mathis, the hammer go bang on 'em
Now that ain't a bad bitch, that's a catfish
Them Cali trips put mad piff in backwoods
Clack-click, army tactics, give you a nap, bitch
Paint the picture, never use the canvas
Thoughts deep, I came to give you answers
Not a day goes by that I don't get it
Had jewels before the ice on the wrist
My life was equipped, some serious shit
I used to pack dubs, had numerous buds out in the tub
For my workers, I was payin' with food for baggin' up
'98, We used to get it in school, the shit was bugged
'99, I took the shit to the street, the block would flood
I been nice, most of y'all quit, we kept it growin'
On the gang, Lord, while most of y'all bitch, we kept it goin'
Took a hit, turned the shit to some chips, veteran flowin'
Welcome home to those who just hit the brick, it's time to go in
I'm ten toes, two feet my temple
Unique, the pencil, too sleek, y'all niggas is too sweet
All glitter in two weeks, my brothers are on
Smoke that ass like GG4 in a glass bong, nigga
Yo, these bars undisputed, nothin' could defeat 'em
Clip loaded like what I'm tuckin' in the BM
All out war, you know I buck it when I see 'em
Shootin' more than a thirst bucket in the DM
Live long enough, you know nothin' is for free then
Not even your motherfuckin' freedom
Every day I hustle for per diem, customers, I feed 'em
Love a ho? Never, for nothin', I don't need 'em
Money talks so my dudes shoutin'
Got problems? You bring 'em to us but we don't do counselin'
Want dram'? Bring your crew out then
Got one deuce, a trey and a .45 but who's countin'?
And fuck all the he said, she said
Or who did what for they street cred
Long as my pockets on gordo, R.I.P. Fred
When I breathe life, the beat's dead, it's easy
I'm so fortunate, my bitch a contortionist
Got a few lights for the tunnel, I keep the torches lit
I'll make God reappear like the sorceress
Best relax and get your head cracked or get your oysters split
The dealer asked what I need, I said, "Of course the piff"
Years passed, turnin' to the plug, now the choice is bricks
Got that soft that turns hard when you torch the fish
Got that Glock that turns fraud into corpses stiff
Fire the skunk, supplier of runtz
So much gas, it's hard to choose, it's like Biden or Trump
They lyin' a bunch, trash man, dyin' to dump
You lie in the slump, then I go and slide in your cunt (Fuck it)
You want work? I need C.O.D
Rockin' nuggets on my chain like the 303
Ask my dawg Johnny Denver or G.O.D
And cost you hoes for Q-T but my P-hoes free, it's nuts
Rexx the looney, back with the vets and goonies
Any rapper steppin' to me can catch the wedgie and noogie
My bro dudes grip the toolie, he be tryna get me
Higher than Cooley Commentaries, raw as Paul Mooney
Honorary law degree for a street weed, the squad
S-T-R-E-E-T, star
Barn show from, to zig-zag ziggan
Oz flow, splish-splash spittin'
Whiplash writtens, the pad pennin'
The H-O-F distinction
Upper echelon type diction, dismissin'
Nobody but God's body, Nkrumah and Selassie
Lumumba and Gaddafi and
Pro-hetarian, didn't Pac-Man
But new game plan, controller stick, no games playin'
Black is tryna treat opponent like a toddler
Fuck BLM, COVID, yadda-yadda-yadda