[Verse 1: E Flash]
Money over everything, if that isn’t the case then I’m gunning let the semi sting
Or I let the German sing, Luger eats you like Burger King
No, I ain’t a killer but better murder things
Setting up a burglary, locksmith will pop your shit
Big O will pop your lip, beat it and then hop the whip
Tell me who’s as hot as this, I never heard of him
My young boys who play with them toys will probably murder them
Serena Williams serving nerd boys we’re herbing them
Guaranteed the shorties you dream about berserking them
Snowgoons we’re merging the full moon and twilight
N.B.S. will merge like King James with highlights
? smoking the grape dutch, the high life
Sidearm ? me n***a we call it sideswipe
Eyes white no cousin my eyes red
Dead serious, my mother will tell you I’m about bread

[Hook]

Africa, Antarctica will rock with ya
South and North America we’re repping ya
Asia, Europe, Australia we’re feeling ya
Straight crack music and piff is what we’re dealing ya

Illegal and Det team with the vets
N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh
The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up
Getting paper, put em up, that’s major, put em up

[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yo I don’t feel the need to be filled with greed
But watch out now, this is how I kill the beef
Heart racing, spilled this beat out the bag
Grew the flower, killed the weed
Blew the powder, grew my power with the will of my speech
My oxygen and weed smoke, toxins are filling my cheeks
Boxing you to sleep like Oxycontin I’m a villainous thief
Superstar international but I’m still in the streets
From the east for peace to the west until my will is deceased
I just chewed another motherfucking pill in my teeth
Every word is a murderous speech
I’m that real, rappers heard in the streets
Born in the dirt and the grease
Homie I’m homicidal, I bust a nut inside your momma’s Bible
I’ll probably lie to your face, God is my rival
I was never scared, I’m armed for survival
You can get killed from a bullet from the rifle

[Hook]

[Verse 3: V Knuckles]
We’re Snowgoons, we blow fumes
It’s Knuckles, when I die they gonna ride and bury me in a gold tomb
For more food I sold boom
Old school, my foes loose seeing me is like seeing a cold June
Hot July heat, my flow will fry fleas
Guys weep, me and my cousin, that could be five deep
When Vi speaks my mind reeks
The high chief only conduct the ceremony over live beats
Dime freaks on my sheets, you know the steez
N.B.S. you know the Gs, Snowgoons we overseas
Cross my heart, no rosaries
I shouldered these, I get stacked with these sick raps, I got a flow disease
Been ahead of my time before I go to sea
Any n***a singing to the Ds is a ho to me
Ask the older Gs, the vets run the whole scene
Play your team down like codeine, we getting more cream

[Hook]