Slaine, Termanology, Sick Jacken, Jared Evan - Snakes lyrics
[Slaine, Termanology, Sick Jacken, Jared Evan - Snakes lyrics]
The record label killer
Burn into they lying mouth
Let me see them royalties ‘fore
You see what I’m about
Before you go and shake my hand
Go and shake that check book
To me them lies and tricks you
Play is all text book
I can get your neck shook
Cracked out of place
And won’t be no judge, no courts and no case
And since you two-face
You can get your face split
Crack your teeth
Dip ‘em in gold and make a bracelet
I used to get wasted and
Hang with my so called "Ride or Die" click
Now I don’t even know ya’ll
Read it in the bible, friends turn Judas
How could I be exempt, why was I so clueless?
Hanging ‘round losers, pawns and evil doers
Left me in the cesspool
Drowning in the sewers had to make maneuvers
Chop off the snake heads lay your ass down
So bitch you better play dead
They say all dogs go to heaven
But all the snakes they lay in the grass
Come to my town it’s made of legends
We can sniff you out
All you snakes are asking for it
Look, I’m trying to keep my
Eyes wide open nowadays
And keep in mind that these
Snakes can be subtle
Cause many tried to disguise
Little power plays
Me I’m still feeling like
The Great Lake Michigan
The late great Rocky Marciano
Throwing fists again
To make a clean break and
Escape it takes discipline
Ya’ll making moves from my
Cake ya ain’t listening
Had that ice cold in my veins
More than a hot minute
I out maneuvered all you liars and thieves
And dodge a couple bullets
I refuse to die in the streets
Seen many come and go with no retiring speech
You ain’t getting rid of me at
Least ’til I am deceased
Rest in peace to the weak ones
Where I am the beast
There’s a line in you hoes
Longer than the fireman’s reach
And that’s real
They say all dogs go to heaven
But all the snakes they lay in the grass
Come to my town it’s made of legends
We can sniff you out
All you snakes are asking for it
I got seven kids at home
And knee deep in the mistress
Scumbag shit, and I keep failing piss tests
Fans say they love me
But they bootleg it instead?
I do this shit for me man
That’s why I never miss rep
Trying to make my money legal
So the feds don’t inspect
Stayed hungry all this time
You can do a rib check
Came from the era that died for Yogi Berra
PTSD from the Pico Union terror
I never walk with killers that
Didn’t hug their mama
That’s how I knew they had my
Back and plug all the drama
While the bullets cause trauma
I was schoolin’ as a rhyma' it was cool
Cause, I'm kinda like a voice
For all the bombers in the LA, comma CA
You don’t get a second chance
Flagrant acts come with no replay
I could care less about the he say she say
I stay tuned in on what the dope MCs lay
They say all dogs go to heaven
But all the snakes they lay in the grass
Come to my town it’s made of legends
We can sniff you out
All you snakes are asking for it
Burn into they lying mouth
Let me see them royalties ‘fore
You see what I’m about
Before you go and shake my hand
Go and shake that check book
To me them lies and tricks you
Play is all text book
I can get your neck shook
Cracked out of place
And won’t be no judge, no courts and no case
And since you two-face
You can get your face split
Crack your teeth
Dip ‘em in gold and make a bracelet
I used to get wasted and
Hang with my so called "Ride or Die" click
Now I don’t even know ya’ll
Read it in the bible, friends turn Judas
How could I be exempt, why was I so clueless?
Hanging ‘round losers, pawns and evil doers
Left me in the cesspool
Drowning in the sewers had to make maneuvers
Chop off the snake heads lay your ass down
So bitch you better play dead
They say all dogs go to heaven
But all the snakes they lay in the grass
Come to my town it’s made of legends
We can sniff you out
All you snakes are asking for it
Look, I’m trying to keep my
Eyes wide open nowadays
And keep in mind that these
Snakes can be subtle
Cause many tried to disguise
Little power plays
Me I’m still feeling like
The Great Lake Michigan
The late great Rocky Marciano
Throwing fists again
To make a clean break and
Escape it takes discipline
Ya’ll making moves from my
Cake ya ain’t listening
Had that ice cold in my veins
More than a hot minute
I out maneuvered all you liars and thieves
And dodge a couple bullets
I refuse to die in the streets
Seen many come and go with no retiring speech
You ain’t getting rid of me at
Least ’til I am deceased
Rest in peace to the weak ones
Where I am the beast
There’s a line in you hoes
Longer than the fireman’s reach
And that’s real
They say all dogs go to heaven
But all the snakes they lay in the grass
Come to my town it’s made of legends
We can sniff you out
All you snakes are asking for it
I got seven kids at home
And knee deep in the mistress
Scumbag shit, and I keep failing piss tests
Fans say they love me
But they bootleg it instead?
I do this shit for me man
That’s why I never miss rep
Trying to make my money legal
So the feds don’t inspect
Stayed hungry all this time
You can do a rib check
Came from the era that died for Yogi Berra
PTSD from the Pico Union terror
I never walk with killers that
Didn’t hug their mama
That’s how I knew they had my
Back and plug all the drama
While the bullets cause trauma
I was schoolin’ as a rhyma' it was cool
Cause, I'm kinda like a voice
For all the bombers in the LA, comma CA
You don’t get a second chance
Flagrant acts come with no replay
I could care less about the he say she say
I stay tuned in on what the dope MCs lay
They say all dogs go to heaven
But all the snakes they lay in the grass
Come to my town it’s made of legends
We can sniff you out
All you snakes are asking for it