Snowgoons - Git Cha Gully Up lyrics

[Featuring: Outerspace] [Verse 1:] I'm in the pitch black with midnight marauder Play it low but I will kidnap your daughter I take what's mine, I don't wait around for any offers Fresh off a world tour like I just ran for office I'm on some Jedi Mind sh**, this is brain slaughter Insane author, publisher and paint torture Never be a ghost, remain in my physical form Go to war with anybody, this is Desert Storm You never catch me talking sh** on a message forum But if your man got words I got a message for him Official pistol lifts you, slip yo, rip through bone tissue Twist you, separate your f**ing nerves when the chrome hits you So if you got grown issues then state your biz You got beef? Then claim it, don't say that it's his You got faith in God? Then pray that you live You like to walk with the Devil? Then [? ] it is You pick your poison, I'll sip a potion and spit an ocean Keep your neck inside my palm and watch me rip it open You b**hes hoping the barrel smoking will get me choking But I'm a goon by blood, that sh**'ll get me focused [Chorus:] If you insane in the membrane waving an M16 with a beam Get your money up If you got beef and reach where you eat and you sleep n***as deep when they creep Get your gully up If you a soldier, a rider provider, and ride for the cause, you the boss Get your money up If you're insane full of rage with a gauge still trapped in a cage all day Get your gully up [Verse 2:] If I push snow at the Snowgoons it wouldn't be illegal Would Illegal come through with more goons and the Desert Eagles My people be shovelling bodies right up off the sidewalk All of the above my n***a, let's get these pies off Never the type to see beef and slide off Only happened once, they tried to cut my life short But now I'm thirty-one with a dirty gun Four kids deep, I dare you n***as to hurt just one One is enough to get your cranium cracked I bulldoze like? range with a bat I came for the cash and I ain't leaving broke now My gasmask is made of gla** b**h I'm focused now Warchild more foul, I'm caving your gums in More wild Trojan Horse style, trample gunmen n***a and my dungeon filthy [?] ice grilling knowing motherf**ers is guilty In a courtroom with a pitchfork and a spoon Feasting off all the blood that was forced in the womb Orbit the moon, I'm awkward with a torch in your tomb Cremating your soul, hope they choke off the fumes [Chorus]