Big Goals - Struggle da Preacher, Yukmouth

Hey yo!

Right

Struggle da Preacher, Yukmouth

I am ready for big goals, expose my music

Yukmouth, big bro.

No doubt i got it

Motherfuckers you know who’s coming

And when you ready for whatever to be better than anyone else in this game

All you get is pain in your ass, i’m the stress

I’m a killer, here is Godzilla

I am white, Russian born

I’m exploding like a nuclear bomb

Everybody on the block gonna know your name

But they talk about me all across the planet

I’m already known in London

Washington, every small town

I’ma bringing it back the real sound

Struggle da Preacher, uh, and Yukmouth

What you gonna fight for?

If the game is dead, they don’t wanna hear you

But you gotta fight for

You gotta fight for your name, fight until you kill them

What it do nigga?

Stuggle da Preacher, what’s happenin' boy?

Yuk!

Look!

‘Zilla

Catch me rocking with the chop-suey

I get skewy with the K, hundred shot through him (brrreeh!)

Let my shooters run the block through him

Put that Ruger in his mouth, let it talk to him (bang)

Dragon gang in this thang, bitch

Slide up on your range, knock’em down with the stainless

Leave’em brainless, fuckin with the world’s most dangerous

Yuk and preacher, foreign exchanges

The AK-Russian, the 44 German (oooh weee!)

Italian leather, the rug’s all Persian (fuck boy!)

Sellin birds, I gotta urge for splurging

Come show with my dough, that nigga gon need a surgeon

Fo sure, nigga, no debate

I got hoes to break, hella dough to make

I can see why you soldiers hate

Fuck around and get smoked

Cuz I’m a warrior, like Golden State

Zilla

SDP, Yukmouth St. Rap