Snowgoons, Kreators - Wait a Minute lyrics

I punch niggas in the face merely for kicks
I got game plus a team
A couple cheerleader chicks
I enter the center severely equipped
And knock that beer in your lip back
To the rear of your whip
You're too scary to flip so
Compared to a chick
There's a thin line so I
Think you're really a bitch
You talk tough but you ain't tough
Softer than a paintbrush i got a hammer that
You motherfuckers can't touch
I came from? of pops, stayed till the sun up
Made me a son of a gunner with no rubber
That's right
We take shots like them paparazzi
Soldier to the end like I'm Luca Brasi
I'm out for blood best
Bet recruit your posse
Same cat you run with may shoot you poppy
It's cool to watch me but watch me closely
Done travelled that was over
Then I'm home and?

Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all
Fucking with me just ain't the answer
I know those tricks listen to this

Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all
Fucking with me just ain't the answer
Listen to this

Fight beefs legally in courtrooms
Win over easily got money but fuck the next
Man coming up meagerly
I got talent and drive but
These labels keep teasing me
Like but we don't know how to
Sell it to the people
See the Devil want a piece of me
Offered me just recently
Instead I sell my records out my
Trunk to keep my decency
You watering it down, slaughtering the sound
Magazine covers, awards, and imaginary crowns
I ain't a hater
Go ahead and make the change
Rather pay your veteran than get
Spot then cop a Range
I'm as simple as it get but
The flow's a bit complex
Shit bangs from basement
Parties to discotheques
Give you one thing I tell
You watch for snakes
Posted up on the corner then
You watch for jakes
It's a big-time game with
Some high-ass stakes
Wrong moves and mistakes
Contracts with handshakes

Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all
Fucking with me just ain't the answer
I know those tricks listen to this

Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all
Fucking with me just ain't the answer
Listen to this

I'm on the grind again
As long as cheques come in
I keep signing them
It's like 9 AM, Germany, hash, and Heinekens
I'm high again rhyming into Pro Tools
Kreators make our own rules
Life and death we go through
And I don't know about you but
I'm still trying to eat
Locked down in the studio
Released to the streets
We got a killer team
Cut your head with the guillotine
As much as I hate rap I come
Back cause I'm still a fiend
You're real tough when it's time
To drink and puff i step up
You get crushed and take that
Bitch you got handcuffed
Don't get caught without it
You might get shot without it
Outside backstage with yourself surrounded
And me and X is like DeNiro and Pesci
Stab your neck with the pen
And make the contract messy on the job 24
7, Boston, Bronx, non-stop
Link up with you bitches, slapping haters
Keep watching

Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all
Fucking with me just ain't the answer
I know those tricks listen to this

Wait a minute, I got a question for y'all
Fucking with me just ain't the answer
Listen to this