| I punch niggas in the face merely for kicks
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| I got game plus a team, a couple cheerleader chicks
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| I enter the center severely equipped
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| And knock that beer in your lip back to the rear of your whip
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| You’re too scary to flip so compared to a chick
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| There’s a thin line so I think you’re really a bitch
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| You talk tough but you ain’t tough, softer than a paintbrush
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| I got a hammer that you motherfuckers can’t touch
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| I came from? |
| of pops, stayed till the sun up
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| Made me a son of a gunner with no rubber
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| That’s right, we take shots like them paparazzi
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| Soldier to the end like I’m Luca Brasi
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| I’m out for blood best bet recruit your posse
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| Same cat you run with may shoot you poppy
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| It’s cool to watch me but watch me closely
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| Done travelled that was over then I’m home and?
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| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all
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| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer
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| I know those tricks
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| Listen to this
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| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all
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| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer
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| Listen to this
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| Fight beefs legally in courtrooms win over easily
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| Got money but fuck the next man coming up meagerly
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| I got talent and drive but these labels keep teasing me
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| Like but we don’t know how to sell it to the people
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| See the Devil want a piece of me, offered me just recently
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| Instead I sell my records out my trunk to keep my decency
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| You watering it down, slaughtering the sound
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| Magazine covers, awards, and imaginary crowns
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| I ain’t a hater, go ahead and make the change
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| Rather pay your veteran than get spot then cop a Range
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| I’m as simple as it get but the flow’s a bit complex
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| Shit bangs from basement parties to discotheques
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| Give you one thing I tell you watch for snakes
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| Posted up on the corner then you watch for jakes
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| It’s a big-time game with some high-ass stakes
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| Wrong moves and mistakes, contracts with handshakes
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| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all
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| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer
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| I know those tricks
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| Listen to this
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| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all
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| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer
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| Listen to this
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| I’m on the grind again, as long as cheques come in I keep signing them
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| It’s like 9 AM, Germany, hash, and Heinekens
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| I’m high again rhyming into Pro Tools
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| Kreators make our own rules, life and death we go through
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| And I don’t know about you but I’m still trying to eat
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| Locked down in the studio released to the streets
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| We got a killer team, cut your head with the guillotine
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| As much as I hate rap I come back cause I’m still a fiend
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| You’re real tough when it’s time to drink and puff
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| I step up, you get crushed and take that bitch you got handcuffed
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| Don’t get caught without it, you might get shot without it
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| Outside backstage with yourself surrounded
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| And me and X is like DeNiro and Pesci
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| Stab your neck with the pen and make the contract messy
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| On the job 24/7, Boston, Bronx, non-stop
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| Link up with you bitches, slapping haters, keep watching
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| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all
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| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer
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| I know those tricks
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| Listen to this
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| Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all
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| Fucking with me just ain’t the answer
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| Listen to this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wait a Minute , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album The Snowgoons Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп