SLAINE - Put 'Em Up lyrics

[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 k**er but better murder things Setting up a burglary, locksmith will pop your sh** 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 k** the beef Heart racing, spilled this beat out the bag Grew the flower, k**ed 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 motherf**ing 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 k**ed 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]