Wait a Minute - Snowgoons

I punch niggas in the face merely for kicks

I got game plus a team, a couple cheerleader chicks

I enter the center severely equipped

And knock that beer in your lip back to the rear of your whip

You’re too scary to flip so compared to a chick

There’s a thin line so I think you’re really a bitch

You talk tough but you ain’t tough, softer than a paintbrush

I got a hammer that you motherfuckers can’t touch

I came from?

of pops, stayed till the sun up

Made me a son of a gunner with no rubber

That’s right, we take shots like them paparazzi

Soldier to the end like I’m Luca Brasi

I’m out for blood best bet recruit your posse

Same cat you run with may shoot you poppy

It’s cool to watch me but watch me closely

Done travelled that was over then I’m home and?

Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all

Fucking with me just ain’t the answer

I know those tricks

Listen to this

Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all

Fucking with me just ain’t the answer

Listen to this

Fight beefs legally in courtrooms win over easily

Got money but fuck the next man coming up meagerly

I got talent and drive but these labels keep teasing me

Like but we don’t know how to sell it to the people

See the Devil want a piece of me, offered me just recently

Instead I sell my records out my trunk to keep my decency

You watering it down, slaughtering the sound

Magazine covers, awards, and imaginary crowns

I ain’t a hater, go ahead and make the change

Rather pay your veteran than get spot then cop a Range

I’m as simple as it get but the flow’s a bit complex

Shit bangs from basement parties to discotheques

Give you one thing I tell you watch for snakes

Posted up on the corner then you watch for jakes

It’s a big-time game with some high-ass stakes

Wrong moves and mistakes, contracts with handshakes

Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all

Fucking with me just ain’t the answer

I know those tricks

Listen to this

Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all

Fucking with me just ain’t the answer

Listen to this

I’m on the grind again, as long as cheques come in I keep signing them

It’s like 9 AM, Germany, hash, and Heinekens

I’m high again rhyming into Pro Tools

Kreators make our own rules, life and death we go through

And I don’t know about you but I’m still trying to eat

Locked down in the studio released to the streets

We got a killer team, cut your head with the guillotine

As much as I hate rap I come back cause I’m still a fiend

You’re real tough when it’s time to drink and puff

I step up, you get crushed and take that bitch you got handcuffed

Don’t get caught without it, you might get shot without it

Outside backstage with yourself surrounded

And me and X is like DeNiro and Pesci

Stab your neck with the pen and make the contract messy

On the job 24/7, Boston, Bronx, non-stop

Link up with you bitches, slapping haters, keep watching

Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all

Fucking with me just ain’t the answer

I know those tricks

Listen to this

Wait a minute, I got a question for y’all

Fucking with me just ain’t the answer

Listen to this