Hold Up - Snowgoons, Savage Brothers, SnowgoonsIR.A. The Rugged ManILord Lhus of BloodlineISavage Brothers

Deutschland Deutschland raise your hand

I’m the poor 'casian, man tan more land

White man steal your land, Harry Callahan

Caliber cannon in my hand, shatter your man

Ran, splatter your man damn, this right hand land

I’m Chuck Zito, you Van Damme, do a full split

No bullshit once you get hit

Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads if you strict catholic

You’re Arabic, King of Nazareth

I’m John Huston, listen to the maverick

Hip hop historian and an analyst

Y’all could just have a list, I’m Paul Kersey in this

Death written hungry and thirsty, no mercy in this

Rugged Man I’m the man and the myth

In the Hall of Fame like Antonio Hardy and James Todd Smith

DJ Illegal, leave you in the position that’s fetal

Crawling back in your mom’s womb like «Bitch make room»

Hey yo hold up, click clack we make you fold up

Savage, Rugged leave you worn with a swollen mug

Now peep game, you hate, you get no love

So put your drink in the air and toast up

Reservoir Dog, switch cannons when I lick off

Toe tag, stiff in the morgue, even the score

Blow weed, chief out the bong ready for war

Weapons are drawn, leave the scent of death on your lawn

One false step and you’re gone, the shit that I’m on

Ring the alarm, pistol whip, pump in my palm

You trapped in a storm, traveled to depths and beyond

Back to the essence, Pharaoh live long

Squeezed till the barrel blew screaming fuck them all

Murder massacre disaster, piece to your dome

Hoodied up, black mask and I’m cruising your home

Born alone, die alone in these streets I roam

Vocabulary in it’s deadliest form

We’ll attack you walking the street, speak on the phone

I walk the block with a gloc, real to the bone

Till the sun burned out or my flesh is gone, motherfuckers

Ain’t no one out here abut to stop my shine

I got more eyes in the hood than the crime watch eyes

Keep me aware of the snakes and their sideways grind

Run their mouth, they go south before it’s migrate time

No matter your religion you can’t run up on the God

Brain hit your skull while you stumble with your squad

Treat my music like life, you can’t front if it’s hard

When I heard life’s a bitch I was done with the broad

And I’m down to pimp a dick bitch, 100 abroad

You’re my bottom bitch, swallow dick, cum for a yard

I stay on the block like twenty-one dots, homes

Ahk think he hot but he’s rocking a costume

He say he’s from the hood but his pops got a pontoon

My life on the beat, put my soul in the song too

The sickest on the mic since AIDS outreach night Qualm

Seen more deaths in the night than a light from pipebomb