Snowgoons - Wait a minute lyrics

[Verse 1:] I punch n***as in the face merely for kicks I got game plus a team, a couple cheerleader chicks I enter the center severely equipped And knock that beer in your lip back to the rear of your whip You're too scary to flip so compared to a chick There's a thin line so I think you're really a b**h You talk tough but you ain't tough, softer than a paintbrush I got a hammer that you motherf**ers can't touch I came from? of pops, stayed till the sun up Made me a son of a gunner with no rubber That's right, we take shots like them paparazzi Soldier to the end like I'm Luca Brasi I'm out for blood best bet recruit your posse Same cat you run with may shoot you poppy It's cool to watch me but watch me closely Done travelled that was over then I'm home and? [Hook] Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all f**ing with me just ain't the answer I know those tricks Listen to this Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all f**ing with me just ain't the answer Listen to this [Verse 2:] Fight beefs legally in courtrooms win over easily Got money but f** the next man coming up meagerly I got talent and drive but these labels keep teasing me Like but we don't know how to sell it to the people See the Devil want a piece of me, offered me just recently Instead I sell my records out my trunk to keep my decency You watering it down, slaughtering the sound Magazine covers, awards, and imaginary crowns I ain't a hater, go ahead and make the change Rather pay your veteran than get spot then cop a Range I'm as simple as it get but the flow's a bit complex sh** bangs from basement parties to discotheques Give you one thing I tell you watch for snakes Posted up on the corner then you watch for jakes It's a big-time game with some high-a** stakes Wrong moves and mistakes, contracts with handshakes [Hook] Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all f**ing with me just ain't the answer I know those tricks Listen to this Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all f**ing with me just ain't the answer Listen to this [Verse 3:] I'm on the grind again, as long as cheques come in I keep signing them It's like 9 AM, Germany, hash, and Heinekens I'm high again rhyming into Pro Tools Kreators make our own rules, life and d**h we go through And I don't know about you but I'm still trying to eat Locked down in the studio released to the streets We got a k**er team, cut your head with the guillotine As much as I hate rap I come back cause I'm still a fiend You're real tough when it's time to drink and puff I step up, you get crushed and take that b**h you got handcuffed Don't get caught without it, you might get shot without it Outside backstage with yourself surrounded And me and X is like DeNiro and Pesci Stab your neck with the pen and make the contract messy On the job 24/7, Boston, Bronx, non-stop Link up with you b**hes, slapping haters, keep watching [Hook] Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all f**ing with me just ain't the answer I know those tricks Listen to this Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all f**ing with me just ain't the answer Listen to this