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snowgoons - german lugers lyrics

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[quote from scarface]
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 f-cker down

[verse 1: mitch-ll hennessey]
yeah, it’s the compound. german lugers n-gga. yeah, check it, yo
i’mma put it plain and simple, all y’all n-ggas is f-ggots
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

[verse 2: edi amin]
yo f-ck that, we bang n-ggas and party all in the same night
you asked n-gga, we invented the fight
only n-gga 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 sp-ce
now who you n-ggas wanna be like
you catch ed in the bed with three dyk-s
wil’in until i reach my three strikes

[verse 3: mitch-ll hennessey]
now let me designate and hit that
mosey where the sick at, cozy with a big gat, -rs-nic for the rats n-gga
fix your face before i split it times six
i don’t know how we p-ss 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 n-ggas, slap n-ggas, clap n-ggas
wrap ’em in a ziploc, flip crack and get stacks

[hook]
cause we two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
f-ck with the ‘pound (yeah, yeah) and one of us gon’ k!ll ya (check it)

cause we two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
them bullets go (-bang bang bang-) they run through ya

[verse 4: edi amin]
heavy on the guns (-bang bang bang-)
this north-side, where the f-ck 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 n-ggas fiendin’ to dip when the jump-off jump off
you’re not god, you about as hard as my d-ck
now your teary -ss screamin’ and sh-t, hopin’ them sh-lls miss you
you straight b-tch so the ‘pound’ll let a round kiss you

[verse 6: mitch-ll hennessey]
after i hit ’em from the blindside hard n-gga like warren sapp
bust ’til the luger white-hot, you on the downslide
beggin for the life you got left, that’s very little
b-tches want the henny-sicle, i ball like y.a. t-ttle
how they love to double dribble with my b-lls in hand
you representin’ a wh0r- and now you drop where you stand
shots from hitman left ’em woozy and concussed
lumps on his sh-t for ever steppin’ to us
grandstandin’, now we gotta withdraw cannons
make a n-gga disappear like his name eddie o’bannon

[verse 7: edi amin]
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 n0body touch my n-gga
and if you move b-tch (-c-cks guns-) we gon’ take it to triggas
two thorough n-ggas that spit like german lugers
when them sh-lls 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 n-ggas, that’s my sh-t
move along lil n-gga or get left in the ditch

[hook]
cause we two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
f-ck with the ‘pound (yeah, yeah) and one of us gon’ k!ll ya (check it)

cause we two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
two thorough n-ggas who spit like german lugers (yeah)
them bullets go (-bang bang bang-) they run through ya

[outro:edi amin]
yeah, mitch-ll henny, my n-gga j. sands in the house. one!



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