Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who?, artist - Snowgoons. Album song Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Who? |
| Murder capital, rap Philly’s a new city |
| Sharpened crease on the Dickies for the new yiddy |
| New fitty on the top pops move with me |
| New pair I never seen, drop two-fifty |
| Nigga cruise with me, I move fast now |
| I spit rapid fire past the cloud |
| Blast em out, massive style, beware of the space shuttle |
| Bathing apes won’t help me escape the jungle |
| I bet? |
| I can dump and kill |
| Fuck bills but believe every month is real |
| I’m the type that can live for the day |
| So if I borrow tomorrow that’s the price a nigga gotta pay |
| I treat hard days like a holiday |
| So holla back, I’mma holla when the sky is grey |
| For life I’mma rap till my dying day |
| My mind spray, my nine spray |
| It’s time to divide the men from boys |
| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy? |
| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues? |
| Who got them heaters like you say you do? |
| It’s time to divide the men from boys |
| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy? |
| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues? |
| Who got them heaters like you say you do? |
| Yo we moving on, there’s no blood, no ashes |
| We still brothers, ain’t nothing gonna pass us |
| We ain’t on the same level or bracket |
| Take a few shots of Hen just to settle the savage |
| Nigga the new album is a gift, got a curse |
| You’s a bitch with a switch, lipstick, got a purse |
| Have em all praise Crypt, let em sing out at church |
| Or I might have to bring out the hearse |
| For what it’s worth I’m not a blood, not a crip, I don’t play no turf |
| I wreak havoc worldwide try to claim this earth |
| OS for life nigga, Plan’s my ace |
| Doing a lifetime bid, no plans to escape |
| Y’all act like women, I’ll slap you in the face |
| Pimp slap you like a bitch and let it come from the waist |
| So don’t go there, the show there, I slow there |
| Suffocate you faggot rappers, no air |
| It’s time to divide the men from boys |
| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy? |
| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues? |
| Who got them heaters like you say you do? |
| It’s time to divide the men from boys |
| Who speak the truth, who’s the real McCoy? |
| Who locks shit down? |
| Who paid their dues? |
| Who got them heaters like you say you do? |