Knuckle Up - Snowgoons, Savage Brothers

Punch a fake fuck in the face, no heart in the hoe

Then kick it with his bitch, then i’m parking the boat

You’re still in deep shit when the waters are slow

Fuck around and punch a motherfucking shark in the nose, yeah

Long as i got the chron next to the philly

I arm wrestle a grizzly

No contest in my city, nah

Knuckle up with us

You ain’t fucking up none of us

I’m the biggest beast in the streets, a snuffleupagus

Spit in your face, hooking your jaw bone

Get in your place, you’re rook in the war zone

Same old shit, man, they kicking they all clones

Fuck a few poison darts give them the harpoon, yeah

So you better just run and duck

Uppercut the first lunatic to be jumping up

Get got, watching hustlers page rocks and jump them

Block to block like hopscotch

I got my clique ready

Ready for hand to hand combo

Lunatic nigga jumped up and got hit

I think all time i blew those spots

Mcs i will be burning burning hot

See I don’t give a fuck, you disrespect my man then I’m scheming on you

Shut your fucking mouth if you ain’t fam then I’m swinging on you

Pull out your fist

You went against us kid, I doubt it

Hit you in the jaw with enough force to move a mountain

Feel the ground shake a mile away

From stomping your face

You crumble displace

Looking like a fucking disgrace

To the male race

Yo, you a bitch with a dick

Don’t never ever think of stepping with your sensitive clique

She get serious quick in the mix with street fighters

Fuck around stop beef you end up curb biters

Loosing teeth on the concrete with DNA stains

You’re feeling great pain

Graffiti in blood like it’s spray paint

Full of hatred

Have you shook, hiding in basements

Strip you naked

I’m heartless, evil replaced it

Your face adjacent to the bat that I swing

Crater your cheeks, run in streets with unanimous kings

Blood blood blood blooood

Fights and scars

Life is hard

Fuck a fair one, you get beat down by the squad

Mortal kombat

Catch your lighting rod with a guard

Juggernaut in the spot with your life on my palms

Far from pretty

You ain’t rocking with me

Got more goons on the street than Gotham City

Popping 50s

Then we off in the night

Ugly and trife

Run to your pockets, nothing is nice

Crack heads with pipes, crackheads with pipes

Stay hot headed, John Blaze on the mic

Call my brother William

You know he stay hype

Till the blue lights

In the streets we earn stripes

At war with the world

It must die here

At war with the world

Man it must die

Keep the fire lit

Blow the smoke in the sky

Fuck around step up, left hook to the eye

Blood blood blood blooood