paroles de chanson This Is Goons Shit - Planet Asia , Snowgoons , N.B.S.
From
the
bottom
we
built
this,
no
hand-outs
nigga
we
had
to
go
for
self
Killin'
every
record
we
touch,
artists
should
ask
for
help
Goon
Music
elite,
goons
runnin'
the
streets
Goons
comin'
from
everywhere,
suckers
cannot
compete
It's
a
takeover,
mind
of
a
great
soldier
8th
holder
that
spits,
to
rip
your
cavity
and
break
shoulders
Was
known
for
sellin'
work
on
the
park
bench
to
earn
my
keep
Mixin'
wild
coke
with
flour,
to
sell
the
work
for
cheap
Feelin'
like
the
best
in
the
business,
you
other
rappers
weak
Snowgoons
Infantry
nigga,
who
make
the
hotter
beats?
Black
Snow,
you
cowards
get
clapped
slow
Facts
though,
ain't
another
movement
like
us
lettin'
their
GATS
blow
Verbally,
you
rap
commercially,
and
we
don't
feel
that
Personally,
lay
in
hearse
for
free
if
not
for
real
rap
Natural
Born
Spitters
are
back,
guns
loaded
and
packed
Shots
explode
in
your
back,
verbal
attack
nigga.
We
in
Black
Snow,
this
Goon
shit
We
still
hungry
for
this
money,
don't
assume
shit
All
you
cowards
better
jet
when
my
crew
spits
It's
the
Planet
of
the
Vets
in
the
Goon
clique
We
in
Black
Snow,
this
is
Goon
shit
We
still
grind,
so
we
shine,
don't
assume
shit
We
see
you
hatin',
but
you
ain't
gonna
do
shit
It's
the
Planet
of
the
Vets
in
The
Goon
clique.
I
step
foot
in
the
Black
Snow,
spit
a
16
That'll
make
the
ground
crack
slow
Shit
we
spit
is
dismissin'
all
your
whack
flow
It's
written
with
precision,
niggas
thought
I
let
the
MAC
go
It's
the
Vets,
better
ask
around
First
black
man
in
the
fam
with
the
cap
and
gown
I
did
it
for
my
mom,
but
I'm
stackin'
now
Middle
finger
to
the
government,
they
a
pack
o'
clowns
We've
been
in
the
streets
tryin'
to
traffic
pounds
Now
we
on
beats
by
Snowgoons
with
a
platinum
sound
Had
the
best
clients,
they
just
kept
buyin'
'Round
the
clock,
makin'
plays
like
I'm
Dez
Bryant
Who
wanna
test
violence?
I'll
press
iron
Leave
your
chest
fryin',
the
tool
spit
Now
your
set's
dyin',
all
our
lives
had
to
grind
on
some
Goon
shit
My
wolves
hungry,
and
tonight
the
full
moon's
lit.
Planet
Asia
"Yo,
never
tempt
a
stomach
that's
growlin'
Four
more
mouth
formin',
wolfgang
howlin'
Too
late
to
throw
the
towel
in,
shots
from
the
rusty
hammer
Texas
.38,
my
gun
got
a
country
grammar
Nanna
showed
me
my
first
gun,
it
had
a
country
grammar
So
all
that
stupid
shit
you
on
is
just
a
bunch
o'
Fanta
A
bunch
o'
fake
jewelry
with
a
bunch
o'
cameras
You
and
your
nerd
squad
can
be
the
next
victims
on
World
Star
Ridiculously
rap
back
and
pistol
whip
Thought
you
was
with
the
shit,
I
see
you
just
a
bird
pa
I
keep
the
heat
near
to
heat
up
your
faggot
ass
streetwear
Your
funny
lookin'
clothes
and
feetwear
Homie
I've
been
the
truth,
vance
my
nigga
Bitch
dance,
but
I
don't
need
a
bitch
trippin'
I
just
need
the
loot,
what's
life
without
a
taste
of
wealth?
It's
a
stick
up,
now
everybody
break
yourself."
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