Platoon Goons

[Intro]: So now you know everything about me, right? Okay, what turns me on? We do [Scratch Hook]: "It ain't a question that this shit is the bomb" - Pacewon "Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song" "I give a fuck if you believe it or not" - Celph Titled 'Don't You Even Go There' "Snowgoons" "Got your whole block sayin' true dat" - Lauren Hill 'How Many Mics' [Verse One] We South Carolina sickest No chrome beef for you silly bastards My click as sick as -------- like Philly rappers You a shitty actress, portraying MCs you backwards We slay MC's outta 360 degrees access Smash this, leave 180 MCs backless ---------- With a 90 degree turn away from a fat bitch Rhymes they drastic, all you bringing is whack shit Hit you with a classic as soon we hit a track hit Diseased and I lost my calm, MCs shiver I see more shit in the ------- River Far from being whack, these new rappers ------ Baby fed ----- taste my shit ---------- I smash that mic from ya, don't fight hunger Cause you can catch more samples and beats than 9th Wonder When I, call out my sindicate of sin hitters I'm fucking up more rappers careers than squeeze triggers [Verse Two] [Reef The Lost Cauze]: I got an itchy finger Yeah, the trigger scratches that If it's beef best believe some nigga catchin' that They suggested that, I am the best in rap Respect this fact before your fuckin' breath gets snatched Stretch your ass like an elastic cast Quick as a fat boy crackin' crab Back on the ave We used to go bag for bag The first to know, always the last to ask Cool breeze with a toothpick I, haak tu, spit You a common cold, not too sick I got you gripped by the collar dawg They want the real deal feel, then tell 'em all to holla "Cauze" You got dogs, woof woof, better call 'em off Mike Vic will kill your pits and rottweiler dogs Just known by 'the dog' call me 'The Savage Beast' Savage murder Make burgers from dead maggot meat [Verse Three]: I spit a 16, and watch the masses plead --------------------------------- casualtie I'm in the spot with the ----------- No love for the other side I'm about family Sindicate of dog--- that's my cavalry Platoon Doons -------- two pounds a piece 2,2,3 cocked ------------------------------ ---------------------------- tricks on my sleeve Concrete jungle on the block we rumble Never, talk to police never knockin' the hustle Get yours cause I'mma get mine, every time line for line Crime on my mind You do dirt, you get dirt, eye on the price You'se a fake rapper ------------------------------------ ----------- cats backwards, blackening they eyes This one's for my people just trying to get by [Scratch Hook]: "It ain't a question that this shit is the bomb" "Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song" "I give a fuck if you believe it or not" "Snowgoons" "Got your whole block sayin' true dat"