Termanology, Snowgoons, Reks, N.B.S., Ea$y Money - Pandemic lyrics

NBS snowgoons
ST dot unh!

I two step with the
Toolette like "Who's next?"
My goons rep and honestly we some crew vets
The people screaming, the tires burning
The cops coming cut your feet off pussy
 now you can stop running
The cash piling, new safe made of cast iron
Before Corona my homies was
In the mask wilin'
I'm back styling, crack rhyming
Black diamonds my shorty's rack so big
She got back problems
You rocking that designer but you so vagina
Pussy water type of leader
I would never follow
Rest in peace Sean P we got classics
Them videos got mad views and mad clicks
Judge Mathis, the hammer go bang on 'em
Naw that ain't a bad bitch
That's a catfish
Them Cali trips put mad piff and backwards
Clack click
Army tactics give you a nap bitch

Paint a picture never use the canvas
Thoughts deep I came to give you
Not a day goes by
That I don't get it hot jewels
Before the ice on the wrist
My life was equipped some serious shit
I used to pack dubs had numerous
Buds out in the tub
For my workers I would pay 'em
With food for bagging up
'98 we used to get it in
School the shit was bug
'99 I took the shit to the
Street the block would flood
I been nice most of y'all
Quit we kept it growin'
On the game Lord while most of
Y'all bitch we kept it goin' took a hit
Turned the shit to some
Chips Ephederine flowin'
Welcome home for those who
Just hit the brick, it's time to go in
I'm ten toes, two feet, my temple
You need the pencil too sleek
Y'all niggas are too sweet
All glitter and too weak
My brothers are armed
Smoke that ass like chi chi
Ford the glass barber

Yo, these bars undisputed nothing
Could defeat 'em clip loaded like what I'm
Tucking in the Bean all out war
You know I buck it when I see 'em
Shooting more like a thirst bucket in the DMs
Live long enough to know nothing
Is for free then
Not even your motherfucking freedom
Every day I hustle for per diem
Customers I feed 'em
Love a ho? Never for nothing
I don't need em
Money talks so my dude shouting
Got problems, you bring 'em to us
But we don't do counseling
Want dram, bring your crew out then
Got one deuce, a tre, and a 45
But who's counting?
And fuck all of the he said she said
Or who did what for they street cred
Long as my pockets on gordo, RIP Fred
When I breathe life
The beat's dead it's Ea$y

I'm so fortunate my bitch a contortionist
Got a few lights for the tunnel
I keep the torches lit
I made God reappear like the sorcerers
Best relax or get your head cracked
Or get your oysters split
The dealer asked what I need
I said of course the piff
Years passed turn into the plug
And our choice is bricks
Got that soft that turns hard
When you torch the fish
Got that Glock that turns
Frauds into corpses stiff
Fire at scum, supplied at once
So much gas it's hard to choose
It's like Biden or Trump
Them lying a bunch trashman die in the dump
You lie in the slum then I
Go and slide in your cunt
Fuck it! You want work, I need COD
Rocky nuggets on my chain like the 303
That's my dog, Johnny Denver, a GOD
It cost you hoes for QT?
Well my peehole's free it's Knuckles

Reks the loony back with the vets and Goonies
Any rapper stepping to me can
Catch the wedgie and loogie
My bro Dooz grip the toolie
He be trying to get me higher than Cooley
Commentary raw as Paul Mooney
Honorary law degree for the
Street we the squad sTREET star
Raw show from our block to zig zag ziggin'
Ours flow's splish splash spitting
Whiplash writtens
The pad penning, the HOF distinction
Upper echelon type diction
Dismissing nobody but God's bodies
Nkrumah and Selassie
Lumumba and Gaddafi any Joanie Chachis
Pro Atari and didn't pack man
The new game plan
Control the stick, no games planned
Black as Trotter treat opponent
Like a toddler
Fuck BLM, Covid, yadda yadda yadda