Lyrics The Trojan Horse - Snowgoons feat. Savage Brothers

Welcome to the chamber, I live danger and bleed anger
The chokehold put you to sleep, the street strangler
Open up my skull on the beat and release bangers
We′re Snowgoons and Savage we creep, you meet your maker
Never trust a gift horse, I tell them hoes to get lost
Your record label's a pimp, every show is a trick off
People say your album is sick, how much you get for it?
I ain′t rich but I'm a boss, I still floss without the [? ] Porsche
Sharp blades make em shake cause my weight is off the Richter
I punch fake in the face and put hatred in the [? ] jar
I play the tape to tracing your face and make em crisscross
Eighty-eight kids get on their knees and suck my dick off
Bottom line, once you sign that dotted line
They ain't gotta hide, they′ll open the gates and leave you sodomized
I′m not surprised they hate me because they love me
When I kick shit you still pick it up like you playing rugby
You either stand like a man or lay down like a bitch
We in the streets wilding burning the piff
Fuck the police, pleading the fifth
Here's a gift, we on that Trojan Horse shit
You either stand like a man or lay down like a bitch
We in the streets wilding burning the piff
Fuck the police, pleading the fifth
Here′s a gift, we on that Trojan Horse shit
We still in the street fuckers, we still hungry
I'm trying to see money, yo let me see money
I leave his nose runny, limbs shaking
Gotta get this dough man, my stomach′s aching
And half these rappers are soft like baked pastries
I walk alone in this zone, strike like Royce Gracie
This is what the concrete made me
Fucking concrete baby, spawn born in the eighties
Violence on the TV raised me
And I ain't got a cent for the last album, that shit′s crazy
But I keep it moving, I feel like murdering something
Man this act's stupid, full of that fire fluid
[? ] cocked back
Loud mouth leave you with soothers, the crowd mover
Mark the block, fuck the cops
Burning the buddha, Duke Nuke ya and spit fire like King Koopa