Snowgoons - The Trojan Horse lyrics

rate me

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

Sharp blades make em shake cause my weight is off the Richter

I punch fake in the face and put hatred in the

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

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