Head Buss - Snow Tha Product

You gon' need a helmet when you hear me and you’ll probably need a neck-brace

Life’s a bitch, men are jerks, and rap’s a chess game

This games mine, I just started, checkmate

I been telling you that I’m the best, fuck what the next say

And if you wanna try me here I am, let’s play

You 22, spitters coming, watch a TEC spray

I’m out in New York straight up out the west bay

Showing them that Mexicans are so much more than Ese’s

And you ain’t got to check the stove because I’m what’s poppin

I’m in the lab, every single thing that I cook’s hot

I’m spitting fire, so of course I’m getting booked off

And I keep coming up in conversation like good gossip

I’m Snowhite, miss pale skin, black hair

Look no further, best female sittin' right here

I got 'em wondering 'cause my advantage is unfair

Pretty and I got more verses than a book-fair

And if you hear my name, I bet you’re asking «What, where»

Hi hater, I got a secret I must share

You talk a lot but it’s 'cause you will never compare

Hate me 'cause I’m flying and you crawling and you’re stuck there

Yeah, this talent is done where

But fuck with it if that’s how you end up slump dare

You male rappers talking mess but you gon run scared

Cause men can get murdered by a chick ask mr —