Текст песни German Lugers - Snowgoons, Edi Amin & Mitchell Hennessy

Manny Ribera: What are we gonna do? Tony?
Tony Montana: We go to war, that's what we gonna do. We're going to eat that Sosa for breakfast. Close that fucker down
Yeah, it's the Compound. German Lugers nigga. Yeah, check it, yo
I'mma put it plain and simple, all y'all niggas is faggots
Food for the flies impregnated with maggots
I drop bombs like towelheads, slid with a foul hand
Ended up with two magazines dumped in your forehead
Drunk off the Henny, but the dro keep me calm
Like morphine hittin' the jungles of Vietnam
Yo fuck that, we bang niggas and party all in the same night
You asked nigga, we invented the fight
Only nigga ever clear a room with four left hooks
On the mic we spit good but we nothin' but crooks
German luger your face (BANG BANG BANG)
The whole block laid it down when we clearin' for space
Now who you niggas wanna be like
You catch ED in the bed with three dykes
Wil'in until I reach my three strikes
Now let me designate and hit that
Mosey where the sick at, cozy with a big gat, arsenic for the rats nigga
Fix your face before I split it times six
I don't know how we pass for human beings we animals, murderers and cannibals
German lugers and rubgies, make room for the 'pound cause it's about to get ugly
How we, jack niggas, slap niggas, clap niggas
Wrap 'em in a ziploc, flip crack and get stacks
Cause we two thorough niggas who spit like German lugers (yeah)
Two thorough niggas who spit like German lugers (yeah)
Two thorough niggas who spit like German lugers (yeah)
Fuck with the 'pound (yeah, yeah) and one of us gon' kill ya (check it)
Cause we two thorough niggas who spit like German lugers (yeah)
Two thorough niggas who spit like German lugers (yeah)
Two thorough niggas who spit like German lugers (yeah)
Them bullets go (BANG BANG BANG) they run through ya
Heavy on the guns (BANG BANG BANG)
This North-side, where the fuck is you from?
Compound stay bustin' for fun
This right here will knock the blade out your gums, and meld the song on your A1
Scary niggas fiendin' to dip when the jump-off jump off
You're not God, you about as hard as my dick
Now your teary ass screamin' and shit, hopin' them shells miss you
You straight bitch so the 'pound'll let a round kiss you
After I hit 'em from the blindside hard nigga like Warren Sapp
Bust 'til the luger white-hot, you on the downslide
Beggin for the life you got left, that's very little
Bitches want the Henny-sicle, I ball like Y.A. Tittle
How they love to double dribble with my balls in hand
You representin' a whore and now you drop where you stand
Shots from hitman left 'em woozy and concussed
Lumps on his shit for ever steppin' to us
Grandstandin', now we gotta withdraw cannons
Make a nigga disappear like his name Eddie O'Bannon
Yo somebody said somethin' to somebody about my man
And I'll be right here 'bout to do you a hand
You know that sound that you hear when you know that it's real
When your man gettin' crushed and you still stand still
Don't nobody touch my nigga
And if you move bitch (cocks guns) we gon' take it to triggas
Two thorough niggas that spit like German lugers
When them shells hit your body, they gon' skip right through ya
Remember days blowin' haze with the Infamous Mobb
And Twin told me crime pays so I quit my job
So now I straight Deebo niggas, that's my shit
Move along lil nigga or get left in the ditch
Yeah, Mitchell Henny, my nigga J. Sands in the house. One!