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get off the ground - snowgoons lyrics

[verse 1: termanology]
termanology, so uh, aye yo i
send my condolences to any rapper holding the crown
i’mma blow his wig off his body and roast some piff
i’m with my dudes
bl!ckers smooth when i’m with the goons
it’s a fool run any rapper that wanna diss the crew
i’m with the switzerland wolves we bout to spit some jewels
put a mc in intensive care and flare him with the tools
i’m the hardest spitter and i got the heart to k!ll you
i put your squad up in the grave then i party with you
you not soldiers you stock brokers, the glock’s smoking
i’m pac, hova, nas i’mma start rock and rolling
i’m michelangelo eating you like a cannibal
greeting you with my hammer-lo
deepest flow i’m mechanical
mandible like canibus
render these rappers like amateurs
panicking what you should be, my uzi weighing a ton or two
i got determination, that’s right the term is waiting
to turn your safe into my personal bank and burn your paper
the mc slaughterer, pardon us we make horror fl!cks
we chopping bodies like calamari, you pounds of fish
on a scale lucky lefty
sonnie turn your vessy messy
it’s termanology rock with me
i be repping st

[hook x2: lil’ fame]
if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground

if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground

[verse 2: sean price]
yo you can’t rap, understand fam you can’t rap
overhand blam, you got slapped
now get off the ground, pull my d-ck off a ral
cl!ck and hiccup the pound
pop a few bars, who eat and devour the bars
nice rip you a b-tch, still a coward in cars
off the marijuana, i will sarah conner your squad
on the scene clean, we are the champions pa
rap gouda, it’s a rap the gat shoot you
dough fight the dyk-, lou duva
provoke mic ice pick, your b-tch shoot coolers
p, good night pa you’re a loser
listen i rap better than most dudes
most dudes can’t rap and tap on your boat shoes
p, bust my nine
sean price thinking justin tyme, let’s do it

[hook]
if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground

if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground

[verse 3: ruste juxx]
machine gun skunk i blow dolo
that’s why your b-tch jocked me like polo
i ain’t gotta go get it cause i got it on me
i smell like palm trees, nothing but exotic on me
hoes get erotic on me, i put the pipe down
stick the pipe in her mouth tell her pipe down
now l!ck a shot for n-ggas doing life inside
grabbing you by the neck, sticking the knife inside
it’s b-r-double-o-k, double a-k brining trouble your way
knock n-ggas out, they can’t get off the ground
sh-ll cases found, the cops get off the ground
so put a muzzle on that bi-suiter rap sh-t
n-gga knuckle up, c-ck rugers back b-tch
ruste juxx bullets blow out your brain
think it’s a game, listen to lil’ fame

if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground

[verse 4: justin tyme]
foul lyrical -ss-ssins, patented the truth
we gonna carry the torch son when we get in the booth
nothing to prove, ask statik yeah we got on the proof
everybody follow is watching, yeah you better salute
n0body move until we say so, from murda m-ss to bk
you better lay low ho
it’s a takeover, the game’s over, we stay sober
it ain’t over, who told you dawg we can’t honor
it’s the 2k11 and we still push figures
got mad haters, but they still don’t get us
it’s the clash of the t-tans, you want beef start biting
like iron mike tyson in his prime make you fighting
we got the tracks, mr. who gon smash
legendary friend, got the hook on smash
yeah, we make all these cute girls turn bad
it’s a no-brainer, bout to steal game

if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground

[verse 5: hannibal stax]
move motherf-cker, what part you ain’t understand
i’ll murder something with the steel in my hand
blaow, blaow, blaow
knock something off quick
can’t dance with the wolves i walk with, we don’t talk sh-t
we holla at the moon, let you feel that boom
sookie, run or you are doomed
send your punk–ss to the upper room
we do this, ams, pms, evenings and afternoons
mornings it’s on, a new day is dawning
popping off over here, international warning
from new york to switzerland, we gets it in
compet-tion, don’t want none
we send them things whistling
vision that, holla back it’s beast mode
unleashed through the collar rap
who gotta problem with that, hey yo slap
these clowns get slapped, word to g-ma, it’s h-stax

if you don’t want to get buried alive or get tossed in the grave
you better get off the ground, get off the ground
from new york, we do it our way
you better get off the ground, get off the ground, yeah

yeah

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