Yeah
This dedicated to all homies locked down
Don't give up hope. Keep your mind focused
Trigger Happy Pappy, Strong
Come On
[Chorus]
Take these bars and put 'em in your conversary
The laws is deadly, gotta get your mind ready
Pay attention you could be home by January
I like to welcome you to my law library
[repeat]
Hustlers who hustlin', gun busters who squeezin'
Gangstas who eatin, theives who sneak theivin'
If you still breathin' I like to welcome you
To section 190.05 "Grand Jury Proceedings"
You broke the law allegedly, and you caught a case
You sittin in the cell with your hands on your face
The District Attorney they gotta get an indictment
So they take the case to the grand jury, you not invited
Now you could let the D.A. go and choose you fate
Or you could go to the grand jury and plead your case
No less than 16 people, no more than 23
A panel by Superior Court, understand me
Gotta look 'em in they eyes as simple as can be
Make 'em believe you innocent, you could be free
But you there's always a flip side to every coin
The judge, the legal aide, D.A. they all joined
And if you get indicted keep your memory foul
Cause you gotta tell the same story when you go to trial
Adolescents, adults, and juveniles
I hope jotting this down
If you locked up for more than 120 hours man just wait
Cause without the disposition of a felony complaint
Or commissment of a hearing they gotta open they gate
And give you a R&R;, that's your 180.80 date
This is just a briefing of the knowledge I process
In the belly of the beast they put you to the test
My law library, what chapter is next?
Look how we dress we fly just like Delta
All we need is food, clothing, and shelter
Streetsweepers on the rise
The wait is over I arrive
The 1.5 million dollar man
Just to think I started with one grand
I know you got hundreds and millions god damn
I'ma catch up just give me a time span
How it feel when you shake my hand
Feel like money don't it, my man
And I wanna thank most of my fans
Without y'all I wouldn't be who I am
Who we are myself and my fam
The knockout kings me and Nasaam
I know you tired of them same nine jams
On the radio all day, I am
A relief like walkin' on hot sand
Then steppin' in cold water, I can
Become a millionaire just for rhymin' on mics
I'm about to have the time of my life
[Chorus: Isley Brothers]
Walked in the store and copped me a cold bottle
All the kids love me they say I'm their role model
This pretty little girl she ran up on me fast
She said 'My name's Asia can I get your autograph?'
I praise the kids so when I signed the paper
It read 'Papoose in the name of Asia'
Wouldn't be here if my mom's wasn't in labor
So let me walk you through the laws of nature
I swam up a fallopian tube, hopin it lead through well
Fertilized joined with an egg to form a single cell
With anxiety, divided, and redevided entirely
Changin' to two trillion cells, all different varieties
Off the stress of this chain of events, grown reliably
Time prevented me but my destiny was society
I just borned you, like she borned me
Now the children of the world can see
[Chorus: Isley Brothers]
We hold each other down like real brothers should
Knowledge before wisdom we understood
They try to come between us, none of those suckers could
Cause you can't penetrate steel with lumber wood
Money over sex and honor before money
Death before dishonor, feed you if you hungry
Fam before friends, no outside trust
He might be your man but he ain't one of us
It be outsiders that put a family in a war
Tell him watch his head before they cut it off
He sellin' three grams and tellin' em' it's a ball
They comin' back for that point 5 they want it all
We was on the grind when the company was
Just division, now I give the country a buzz
My blood brotha not because he a thug
You my brotha, brotherly love...
[Jae Millz:]
I get kited till the haze gone
That's why my lungs look like they could be related to Grace Jones
You better check what the beat is sayin, I'm like a stove on it
The Dark, it ain't hard to see I'm far from a?
Harlem, faggot fuck your past views
You think it's '89 the way niggas still snatch jewels
Plus niggas clap tools
And they'll have lead engraved in your skin like the ink they use for tattoos
Look I ain't one of them rap dudes who act rude
And yack about how much back in the day they gat blew
Nah homie, I don't spit it, I live it
Shit matter fact I do both witout even movin my pivot
I swear I wish I had a camcorder
So you could see how I go in booths and come out with charges of manslaughter
You motherfuckers prolly heard it befo
But just in case you dumb niggas ain't know...
[Papoose:]
I'm a four bar killa, killa reflection in all ya'll mirrors
First Slay gave me breakfast now all ya'll dinner
Cause my shots wasn't for ya'll niggas
But it's enough room in the cemetery for all ya'll niggas
I carry the Mack Milli, I don't play with toy guns
I raise M&M;'s like the Detroit slums
Thugacation Nation, niggas avoid them
Brooklyn is the place we build and destroy from
Pull out the M-1, leave you and your boys done
Niggas thought I was 97 the way I point one
You can't compares us, you here to fear us, then plan the grammar
I'm the hand in hander, blam the cannons, I'm jamming hammers
Put a knot in back of his head just like a bandana
Niggas always want static, that's why I pack an antenna
From New York, Pap is a monster
I got a hundred guns and fifty clips, half of 'em revolvers
[Canibus:]
Yo I put it to you so raw, you prolly O.D. on the floor
That's what you get for disagreeing with God
The Lebron James Bond, my aim with the arm is so long
That I could tag along, with Socom
I spit to the beat, flip like Swizz did to the beat
At sunrise I spit to the East
Niggas talk shit in the streets
When they bout to get released, they ain't got no lip for the beast
Make you strip like police, I point the heat
From the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep
Got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beak
Shit is so deep, I check to make sure it's no leaks
Lookin like Jada in the black Jaggari
Half Jag, half Ferrari, the valet saw me
Shorty wanna know how the flesh work, what's under my sweatshirt
That's why I hit the gym till my chest hurt
Next year's summer I'm a kill a conjecture
For now I'm just a hustler tryna give you my best work
[Lord Tariq:]
Lord, pimpin it's truest, I really do this
Still amongst the realest and focused as a Buddhist
Notice how I stroke this, quote it "I influence"
The youngest to the oldest, I'm Jesus to the Judas (huh)
The reason the game done weakened the chain
They speakin my name, they speak it in vain, but they clueless
And when I reach for the thang, they each wanna change
They speech and they claims, But, I'm a do this
Cock and squeeze on who wanna romp with me
Got G's on that (OOWEE), that'll stomp with me
By now you shoulda heard how the Feds wan get me
And how my bread long like the dreads on Ziggy
You're dead wrong silly, I ain't tryna take nine shots
To sell records, that there song's Fifty
I ain't doin time cause I'm good with crime
Sorry, but that's how my crew is designed
Team Saga, we chasin that agua, that's the glory
You could see it on the E True Hollywood Stories
Bout how they hollerin for me, blind how to endure me
But not witout profit, surely you ridin for me (C'mon B)
[McGruff:]
Yo the Fif will lift you, so damn high up in the sky
Niggas prolly think you could fly
Niggas like you don't think you could die
Yap nigga's shines, throw drinks in they eyes
Stick-up kids, shoot it out, like Billy The Kid
Shit I rap about is the shit, I really done did
Shit you rap about is the shit you really don't live
You think the streets don't know you oh-so-fake
Lameass cornball namer hold no weight
You's a sucka in the hood bitch, nigga I'm hood rich
Strippin all the good shit, stay in some bullshit
Sprayin the full clip, makin sure every bullet count
Bounce a couple bullets in ya mouth
Know where you rest at, pull up at ya house
Wifey, I bless that, be pullin up her blouse
Holla at ya boy, in ya cranberry exhaust
Beige interior, pedal to the floor
Heavy on the bling, Sean John velour
[Cory Gunz:]
When them shells pop out them twelves, pellets whiz and they twist niggas
He filled mine with blanks, said wassup till we switched blinkers
Thinkin I'm dumb, but he don't know my 9 got a twin sister
Sixteen kids in her, they hungry, they skipped dinner
Squalie on that hollow tip diet, ya gettin thinner
You know the difference now between a wild and a bitch nigga
The type that go to trial the other would rather skip nigga
Hard livin not knowin if your momma exist nigga
Started with the yellow radio on the block spittin
Everybody and they mother heard before Pop listened
I was on that Tupac and with Hova and Nas dissin
Each other, it was hard cause both of them had caught my vision
I'm better than whatever rapper you bring in front of me
It's a lot of Jiggas and Pacs but it's only one of me
Don't nobody want it, that's the reason I'm bored
Cause they buyin they ways into battles they cannot afford
Before I get at a nigga, I go straight to the source
Shit I say make 'em get pen, paper, and a Thesaurus
The Militia, they ain't got shit for us
I'll have a nigga runnin like Forest, through a forest, tryin to shake the Taurus
Like he holdin the torch
But him getting away is equivalent to a turtle outrunning a Porsche
Go straight through a nigga door, with the four four
And the moss, in my jacket, if he chattin, to the force
Then he gon get lost, and we both drivin off
But the catch is, his lips'll be taped to the exhaust
Of a four door Ford, with multiple horsepowers
[End of Law Library part 1]
"This is just a briefing of the knowledge I process
In the belly of the beast they put you to the test
My law library, what chapter is next?
Section 120.10 "Warrant of Arrest," Law Library"
[Start of Law Library part 2 - Chorus]
Section 120.10 "Warrant of Arrest," Law Library
I promised you the rest
Call your friends on they Sidekicks and Blackberries
Tell 'em Papoose droppin' that Law Library
Take these bars and put 'em in your conversary
But you can't shop with that, you need fedy
Acquire this knowledge by any means necessary
Welcome to part 2, Law Library
A local criminal court has a process
It's procedures they gotta go through to make arrest
If you don't understand I'll explain it
The soul function of this process is to bring you in for arraignment
Cops looking for you with guns, kinda dangerous
A bounty on your head illustrated
A piece of paper subscribed by an issuing judge
That contains the name of the court, the date it was issued, and a name
Or a title of an offense, the defendants full name
Nickname or government
Yeah man, they even write your nickname
Underneath is the police officer it reads his name
It's a court issued document with these things on it
This piece of paper has a name, it's called a warrant
Had a previous court date and you ignored it
Try not to make police contact, you got a warrant
Left a phone number at your crib, told you to call it
Ridin' around with your picture, you got a warrant
You got two choices on one hand
Do the Gingerbread Man, "Catch me if you can"
Living off the land, live on the lamb
You just a nephew to Uncle Tom and Uncle Sam
On the other hand if you street educated with a good lawyer
You could have the warrant vacated
If you got the bail money and you Thug-A-Cated
Fight the case from the outside, regulate it
Cause when a criminal action has been commenced
To issue a warrant they gotta get the court convinced
So they file what's called an accusatory instrument
They go through drastic measures to seek imprisonment
But if the instrument is not sufficient on its face
They paperwork ain't right they lookin' outta place
They didn't produce enough evidence, check this
That accusatory instrument get dismissed
No warrant is granted now the cop's pissed
Back out on the streets lookin' for a snitch
This goes out to all of my niggaz who on parole
You think it's a game 'cause you cool with your P.O
He's under supervision of his bosses
So if you ever slip, he gotta execute the warrant
He might care for ya but he authorized by his director
Within his geographical area
If you living on the run when the cops get you
They gotta inform you that a warrant has been issued
As long as you know your rights and you ask for it
Upon your request they gotta show you the warrant
So when they run up on you when you in the projects
Diggin' in your clothes pullin' out ya objects
Wanna bring you in for questioning man that's nonsense
I don't wanna talk if it's not a warrant for my arrest
What's the next chapter in my memory?
[Verse 1:]
What's goin' on party people, gangstas, gangstresses, and skee-holes
I know y'all feeling my lingo, this just a throwaway record, not the single
Your favorite rapper, even he know, but he don't wanna give it up, he got a ego
He ain't hot on the streets though, I came to take what he got like the repo
See every hood got a Deebo, back niggas down while they playing cee-lo
Some niggas try to play hero, but they scared to death of him on the lee-low
They say they can't wait till he go, but when he died, they cried R.I.P. yo
If you feelin' what I mean though, grip your fuckin' Desert Eagles
[Chorus:]
You ever had a gangsta around your way
Tellin' niggas they can't hustle unless they pay
He used to stick up all the weed spots
He got chased by the beat cops
You heard shots he was to blame
Man they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained
You ever had a gangsta around your way
Walk up to the dice game, niggas scared to play
He used to stick up all the crack spots
He got chased by the black cops
You heard shots he was to blame
Man they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained
[Verse 2:]
Front on Saratoga, you won't make it to Howard
Don't come around here with that, we don't allow it
While I'm in the crib telling my girl to iron my outfit
Niggas outside bustin' shots like they 'bout it
I can't tell you how many shots, I couldn't count it
But I could tell it was somethin' big the way it sounded
I dried myself off with a towel after I showered
Came outside with the hammer, no doubt about it
This nigga layed out, the people had him surrounded
"Call a ambulance, I'm shot", that's what he shouted
Niggas making my hood hot, they gon' get outed
If they was lookin' for some drama they just found it
They say he a powerful man, but he a coward
He think he powerful but he 'bout to get overpowered
Yea I know his crew roll deep, I wouldn't doubt it
To me that only mean his funeral gon' get crowded
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I see a lot of new faces, tell them niggas to clear it out
Walkin' through 'em, I ain't talkin' to 'em, I air 'em out
Shake a nigga hand, if he a fan, I hear him out
Stand in my stance, if he take a chance, I wear 'em out
You said you know kid and I went in your man mouth
Keep it to yourself, I don't care what you care about
Niggas play tough but at time it pan out
Got a lot of rocks in my watch - it stand out
So fly, man I even iced my band out
I'm flyer than the cars that the promoter hand out
But that's another subject, it's a upset
See your homie suffer, you wonder who gon' get touched next
I handle my own drama, niggas is suspect
Watch you get shot, they stand there with the rubber neck
Touch one of mines, I leave a motherfucker wet
This for the G's who died, much respect
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah, it rained when my homie Mel Greene died
It rained when the god Ball True died
It rained when my homie Ran-Ran died
It rained when that nigga Ike Polo died
It rained when the god Allah died
Yeah, all my homies who went back to the essence... gone but not forgotten
Bucket Naked
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Buck Buck Bucket Naked
She Got A Bedroom Body
Go Shorty
She Got A Bedroom Body
Go Girl
She Got A Bedroom Body
Go Shorty
She Got A Bedroom Body, Told Her I'm a Call
Got Her On A Camcorder Can't Belive I Saw Her
(Bucket Naked)
Soon As I Meet Her Like A Queen I'm a Treat Cause I Just Wanna See Her
(Bucket Naked)
Just For The Nail Salons And The Beauty Parlors Brand New Fitted
Just Came From The Barber You Can Call Me Daddy I'll Be Your Father
You Can Strip For Me I'll Give You The Anaconda, Take It Off, Take It Off
If You Gotta Nice Body, You Can Take This Porsh, It Ain't Tricken If You Can't Get Off
If Your Man Isnt Work You Should Date His Boss, She Look Good In Them All Clear?
And I Wanna See Her Get
(Bucket Naked)
High Heels With The Short Hair, And I Like It When She Get
(Bucket Naked)
She Got A Tattoo On Her Thigh And I Seen It When She Got
(Bucket Naked)
Roll Something Buket It In The Sky, Look At My Eyes And Get
(Bucket Naked)
Told Her I'm a Call Got Her On A Camcorder Can't Belive I Saw Her
(Bucket Naked)
Soon As I Meet Her Like A Queen I'm a Treat Cause I Just Wanna See Her
(Bucket Naked)
She Was Sittin At Home Alone Sippin On Patron
When She Was On My Camera Phone
(Bucket Naked)
She Was Dancin In The Club She Want That Thugg Love When She In The Bath Tubb
(Bucket Naked)
Brazilian Wax, Bikini Wax, I Wanna Eat Something You Should Feed Me That
Walk Down The Block With A Tea Cupp Yorkie Rose Early In The Morning
She Don't Drink No Coffee Shes Shes Real Easy Naughty Bramillion Poochie
Marc Jacobs Louis And Gucci Tamya Taylor Nails Victoria Secret
Keep Em In The Water Bra I Wanna Sqeeze It
She Started Sliden Down the Stripper Pole Hit The Floor And Got
(Bucket Naked)
She Came Through In A Trench Coat Opened It Up And She Was
(Bucket Naked)
I Usually Keep My Fitted Hand On But This Time I'm a Get
(Bucket Naked)
If You Got A Bedroom Body Ladies Let Me See You Get
(Bucket Naked)
Told Her I'm a Call Got Her On A Camcorder Can't Belive I Saw Her
(Bucket Naked)
Soon As I Meet Her Like A Queen I'm a Treat Cause I Just Wanna See Her
(Bucket Naked)
She Was Sittin At Home Alone Sippin On Patron
When She Was On My Camera Phone
(Bucket Naked)
She Was Dancin In The Club She Want That Thugg Love When She In The Bath Tubb
Bucket Naked
Bucket
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Bucket
That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap,Nigga Pap,Nigga Pap
That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap, Papoose
Niggaz Know Me
Hottest Nigga On The Streets Hommie,P-A-P
The Bootleggers Tell Me, Aint Seen A Nigga This Hott Since 50
When These Labels Sign Me Ima Lock The Game Up,Me And Kay Sleezy
Im A Straight G, On Some B-K Shit, P-A-P
I Keep My Hammer Tucked
Picture Me Scared Of What?
A Skinny Nigga ,So I Alwayz Pull My Pants Up
(Them Niggaz Tear Shit Up)Who Me I Damn Jump
Them Niggaz Tear Shit Up,Hold Up Let Me Stand Up
Why You [?]
You A Scared Fuck
They Hit Cha Man Up,Then You Better Man Up
You Aint Got No Damn Guts,You God Damn Punk
Stop Eight Ball Shaving, Getcha Grams Up
Did A Sweep On The Block, When They Ran Up
You Aint Even Give Us No Warning,You Got Us Jammed Up
Seen Em Pull Their Vans Up, You Such A Damn Chump
Instead Of Say Ya Man Down, Let Em Lock Ya Man's Up
Better Hand Cuff Me To Myself, I Dont Share Cuffs
If They Handcuff Me To Him, Ima Tear Him Up
See I Came From The Bottom, But I Clammed Up
So All My Gangstas Throw Ya Fucking Hands Up
I Respect The Dirty South, Yeah They Get It Crunk
But There Something I Dont Understand (What)
Why Would I Let A Man Jump , And Pop His Damn Trunk
When I Can Tear Him Up, Before He Even Stand Up
See You Scared To Take A Risk, But You Aint Tuff
Papoose Take More Risk Than Handcuffs
Niggaz Say They Looking For Me
They Wanna Blare Me Up
Looking Where, Im Over Here Like Dandruff
See See Them Niggaz Chased You Down
Said You Was Running To Get Your Rachet
You Never Came Back, You Ran Cause You A Faggot
U Like To Send Them Wolves At Niggas, You Give Em Rachets
U Might Even Cock The Gun, But You Never Clap It
Go Ahed Send Them Wolves At Me, Send Them Bastards
I Bet You I'll Smoke Everyone Of Them Little Bastards
Wolves Move Around In Packs, I Know Their Tactics
Hommie I Smoke A Pack A Day, I Gotta Have It
I Never Shoot With My Bad Hand, I Gotta Clap With The Hand
I Bag Crack With
When I Re-Up, I Keep A Drug Attic With Me,I Open The Plastic
Let Them Test It On The Spot, I Dont Fuck With No Cabbage
I Cant Stand Middle Men,The Fuck Up Your Cabbage
He Tried To Get His Pc,So He Wants You To Have It
When I Go To Cop Grams, I Dont Come With Those Faggots
Im Like A Brand New House, I Come With A Attic
You Know That Nigga At The Dice Game Holding A Bank
Got Everybody Under Pressure Cause He Roll With A Eight
They Be Scared To Beat His Point And It Shows In His Face
Even When He Throw A Duece, They Be Hoping They Ace
But While You Raising Your Voice, Hommie Lower Your Base
Your Body Bluffin' Is A Total Discrace
Deep Down Inside You Dont Want No Parts Of Me
You Aint Got No Heart, If You Aint Talking About No Money, What Cha Tounge Gon' Talk
When I Run Up On You, That Gun Gon' Spark
You Like A Nigga Who Getting A Shape Up, You Dont Want No Parts
I Just Dip From The Narks, Cuz Im On The Grind
I Sent My Dimes Ten Dollars, Dont Bring Me Mine
I Aint Taking No Shorts When It Come To Mine
While All Ya Niggas Take More Shorts Than Boosters In The Summer Time
Niggaz Know Me
Hottest Nigga On The Streets Hommie,P-A-P
The Bootleggers Tell Me, Aint Seen A Nigga This Hott Since 50
When These Labels Sign Me Ima Lock The Game Up,Me And Kay Sleezy
You coulda caught him on the back street and semi'd him up
But you caught him on front street really to front
What type of reputation do you idiots want
Stop pullin them publicity stunts (reputation)
You really wanna leave your enemies slumped
Or you pullin a publicity stunt (reputation)
You gonna be drinkin out my henessy cup
When I pour it for the niggas who aint here
Publicity stunt
They pullin publicity stunts I hear these niggas
They tryin to sound like me I hear these niggas
Yea I hear these niggas but I don't feel em tho
Ever violate thugacation I kill em slow
Yeah we move around with those things, niggas know
Ask the streets man I locked it down from the gitty-go
Niggas talk bout they looking for us, here we go
Go head pop off and get shot like a video
I eat food, right now you look like cereal
Frosted flakes, rice krispies and cheerios
Got all of these rappers walkin round on they tippy toes
I got an illy flow
Ima tell you like my niggas in the Bronx say it
I get busy mo
He claiming he aint running when Im letting that semi go
I bet you he run when I bag that milly tho
I make a nigga haul ass like Aresenio
Cop the bottle pop the bottle and let the henny flow
Im feeling kinda windy tho
Somebody mustve let the window open
Theres flies on my thrown
Shoo fly shoo the king is now home
Roaches crawling on my microphone
Mosquitoes they biting my poems
Fresh from summer jam im back in my zone
Im about to exterminate you clones
You telling me you need to blow you deserve to fail
People in hell need ice water
I come out a thirsty hell
They don't believe hard work prevail
They rather start controversy cuz they say controversy sells
That's the reason 60 niggas is locked in 30 cells
Making 10 dollars a week they working jail
Bloodshed erupts when controversies fail
So easy to dig a grave the earth is frail
Count dirty money so I keep dirty nails
No evidence don't leave a dirty trail
They like a bunch of crabs in a barrel when they see one leavin
They pull him back down cuz none of em wanna see him
Rise to the top they feel like he gonna leave em
So they gotta stop em from achieving
Rappers fighting over the summer but the summer's just a season
I stand for a cause and go to war for a reason
Wise maneuvers cuz I grew up on the block with shooters
I don't bow down to no man im not a Buddhist
You looking for an opportunity to stop the truest
I wont give you an opportunity you opportunist
Tote crazy calico's and proper ruggers
Cock pop you losers
Back out betsy and put one in her head
You gonna lose your life pa
Cuz my bullets stay in betsy like a life guard
Put one in betsy head
Hit all yall niggas up
Cuz my bullets stay in betsy head like swimming trunks
My Brownsville niggas feel that
They know whats up
Call me out and im showin up
Cuz I run up with the oowhop baby shootout crazy you not crazy duck
We pull out 80s move out lady you got shady love
That dude got sprayed move yall ladies dudes out now may be tough
But these dudes obey these moves I say they move our way we bust
Get thru my day I move my yay get moola lately what
It's the truth I cant be touched
I sit back and roll 2 dutches cuz my crew got crazy blunts
I roll a double dutch like
1 my baby 2 my baby jump
you gon be drinking out my hennesy cup
when I pour it for the niggas who aint here
[Micheal Jackson:]
Its On Me In Da Streetz, A Mystery? Who Am I? Am I Blind Or Pretending Not To See It?
[Papoose:]
Dis Remind Me Of Da Block Party, Back In Da Day We Used To Jam Da Most,Used To Plug Da Music Into Da Lampost. I Reminice To Much, But If A Man Don't, He Might Forget Where He Came From, And Can't Approach. The Place He Tryna Go, A Wise Man Won't. I Ain't At Da Top Yet But I'mm So Damn Close, My Bros Honest, So Modest, I Cant Boast, Fast Food I Can't Coat. I Took Home Cookin For Granted 'cause I Couldn't Imagine, These Girls Can't Cook, They So Into Fashion, I Like 'em 'cause I'm So Into Passion, But Man When I Was Growin Up My Mama Was Multi-Taskin'. She Was Fryin Chicken, While Holdin' Da Phone, Between Her Face And Shoulder And Smokin A Bone, Combin My Sisters Hair, She Think She Grown , But Her Was So Nappy It Broke Da Comb!
[Micheal Jackson:]
Gonna Make Change, For Once In My Life, Iiii
I'm Gonna Feel Real Good, Gonna Make A Difference, Gonna Make It Right Ight Ight
[Papoose:]
R.I.P. To Luther Vandross, This House Ain't A Home Without Yo Fam Close. I Get Phone Calls Sayin "Pap Come Save Me, I Hear You On Da Radio You Buzzin Like Crazy, I'm Out Here In Da Jungle Wit Me Gun Of Safety, Reppin For Yo Name, Dis Niggas Can't Take."
Reply "I'm Still Tryna Save Myself Da Industry Is All Fam Don't Mistake It For Wealth"
Couple Dayz Later, I Heard Somebody Layed Him, Thinkin To Myself "Maybe I Coulda Saved Him?"
Some Say They Never Change, But Let Money Change Them, They Change For Da Worst, So They Start Fatin.
Some Niggas Go To Jail And Come Home Praisin' The Most High Tellin You He So Amazin'. Some People Spend Dey Whole Life Committin The Same Sin!
To all my niggaz incarcerated
I take you to the depths of street knowledge
Law Library part 3, the saga continues
Thug-A-Cation
[Hook:]
They want collateral when you sitting in the cell
Take these bars and bail your man outta jail
The eye in the sky, the ears on the wire
Conspiracy it's on fire
I got the keys to your cell, come on y'all hurry
Welcome to part 3, Law Library [repeat]
An innocent man sitting in the can
Pondering damn, "how did I get in this jam?"
It happens everyday from New York to the south
Easy to go to jail but it's hard to get out
'Cause you hung around every then and now with him
So when they took him down they took you down with him
'Cause you don't gotta commit the crime physically
You don't even gotta commit the crime willingly
If you know about the crime and you not snitchin' G
They could hit you with that charge called conspiracy
Take a loan from a bank, I'm borrowing money
I take a loan from my homies, I'm laundering money
If I loan my man some bread to go a get a key
And he go and flip that money and bring it back to me
It's called enterprise corruption, E Felony
They could hit me with that charge called conspiracy
To all the pimps out there scooping them young broads up
Got 'em on the strip working for small bucks
Any person over 18 regardless of what
Agrees with one or more persons under 16, y'all stuck
To engage in or cause the performance of such conduct
They bringing that conspiracy charge up
The game is full of Rico Laws and this corruption charge stuff
Its washed up, we could make an out-of-town move
But plan it in New York State
If you go and catch a case in a whole 'nother place
They could charge you with conspiracy still make the conviction
In New York and in the other jurisdiction
But if you listen to these words of wisdom
You could beat the system
'Cause a person can not be convicted of conspiracy within the law
By something called pleading the proof, this is the law
Unless the Overt Act is alleged and proved
To have been committed by one of the conspirators
So be careful when you make affiliations
'Cause you could be guilty by association
The law makers is constantly creating
Ways to enforce incarceration
What's the next chapter in my archive?
[Girl:] Alright, Yeah yeah, Alright
[Skit:]
A party made a good time, a? mean joy, a baby shower made a baby boy
[CHORUS: x2]
Tell me girl is it good to you(yeah yeah)
Do I make you feel satisfied(alright)
Take care of responsibilities(yeah yeah)
I told you everything was gunna be (alright)
[VERSE 1:]
I need a girl that's a good cook with some good bush
Push it like salt & pepper give a good push
But you gotta rock the mic that's a good look
Know how to lay a hot verse and a good hook
Caught a Charlie horse when I hit the Nook nook
But like James Brown get up on my good foot
Girl you put me on my feet like a good jukes
You want the best for me so I take your input
And when you thought I was cheating, you was off the hook
You put your hands all in her face, she got mushed
Took you from your ex man, he got took
Cause u need a thug in your life and he puss
When I laugh at you, u jus killed me with shyness
And when I'm mad at you, you just kill me with kindness
They say love is blind, well I guess it's blindness
Cause I can't see no other bitch but my bitch
[Chorus]
[VERSE 2:]
I like a "round the way girls" like LL say
I rather have a Mary J than a Beyonce
In prison men was coming I was in the mix of hustling'
Risking it for nothing but it's different when u struggling
Flipping by the dozen, my adrenaline was pumpin
But when I use to come in, u kept dinner in the oven
Just because I'm bussing that don't distance us for nothing
The dissin and the cussin cause shit to get disgusting
Miss him when u lust him, if u with him u should trust him
Not miserable and buggin over ignorant assumptions
And you never listen to your sisters and your cousins
They ain't wanna see us make it they kept whispherin we wasn't
Time is of the essence if u spend it with your husband
You should kiss and just hug him cause he living and you love him
Underground king this was written in the dungeon
My sentences was structured for my independent women
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3:]
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
God broke the mold when he made your sculpture
Nothing between us but oxygen HOLD UP
I just took that come get closer
Open my cell phone up and drop it
Hoping u pick it up just so I can see u bend over
Yeah I might be drunk but my mind is sober
A drunk man speak with a sober mind, he suppose to
You man got on top, gave u the cold shoulder
Come here I'll console you, what goes up must come down
He fall I'm a say I told ya, and yell TIMBER like the wolves in Minnesota
You dress for your culture and only cook kosher
I call u momma CAN IT let me explain hold up
I stay on the grind like bad brakes and rotors
But when I see you, you put a tune up on my motor
New York City it's the talk of New York
New York City it's the talk of New York
New York City it's the talk of New York
New York City it's the talk of New York
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin
[Verse 1:]
I'm startin from da bottom again
A hustla, I can trun a five to a ten
I ree up fast, Yea I'm coppin again
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
They say he can't lock it again
He got dropped, what label gonna sign him again
I'm signed to da streets, I ain't gotta pretend
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
You and all five of your friends
Gucci for you, prada for them
It ain't tricken if you got it, I got it to spend
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
I ain't got a problem with dem
If it ain't about a dolla den da drama could end
Just in case pap keep a choppa with him
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin
[Verse 2:]
You want an autograph, Yea I'm signin again
Red ink for da bloods, rep da 5 my friend
Blue ink for da crips, what's crackin my kin
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
Big boi truck yea I'm driving again
You want a lil boi toy, you can hop in with dem
Girl get in, you see the size of my rims
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
I ain't tryna spend no time in the pen
Here come the police, they tryna get a colla again
You lil hip-hoppa coppas, I'm in da wind
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
Shorty feelin exotic again
Put your legs on my shoulders, I'm slidin it in
I refuse to lose, cause I'm grindin the win
I get it poppin, get it poppin, get it poppin again
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
Hot for da love on the grind is how we rollin
[Verse 3:]
Lyrical assassin, I spit acid
They said I could'ntdo it, but dis is classic
So now I'm just laughin
Ha I'm a bastard, one mo time "ha I'm a bastard"
I keep a automatic, you don't want no static
Cause il let you have it, mac out the rachet
A tis-kit a tas-kit, put you in the casket
I make you dissappear, I can do magic
I hate braggin, but the jewels I be flashin
They got more karrots then roger rabbit
They see moe commin so I like a woman with glasses
Fat asses do it all night like Gladis
Back full of scratches pin you to the mattress
I got a better beef stick then Randy Savage
You wanna fight nice with my hands like cassius
The thrilla and manilla ya'll niggas is faggots
[Chorus:]
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
We gonna get it, get it poppin, get it poppin again
For in the knuck if you buck boi you already noe it
Bang if you claim your status should of showed it
I rock for the thugs that get dey-thing movin
[Intro:]
It's a lot of double crossers out here
I rely on talent though
One gun up
I represent the epitome of lyricism
Double crossers die slow
[Sample:]
Sometiiimes, I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it (Woo!)
About the sweet sweet love lost
And the way i got double crossed
By a guy who was my friend
I see him now and then
[Verse 1:]
My enterprise is ya demise coming into ya defeat
I write with a fire in pen and signature the beat
In and out of the system, snitches get released
They eat breakfast in jail and dinner on the streets
Niggaz get caught slippin' wit slippers on they feet
Get cut from ear to ear, blood drippin' from his cheek
I carry the broke gun, was missin off a piece
The clip all bent up, but gripped it when it's beef
The clip don't wanna go in, I force it in the heat
I force it (faucet) like the water with the dishes in the sink
Went on a robbin' spree, been stickin' up for weeks
Don't communicate with the Jake or listen when they speak
"Come out wit ya hands up, this is the police!"
I tell 'em "Hell no, no surrender no retreat"
They wasn't built like me, these niggaz don't compete
Ya gimmick is unfinished, my image is complete
You say you underground but the wisdom that I speak
Walks upon the ground you livin' underneath
Mainstream dream I was lifted from beneath
Anybody deeper me's the deceased
But yo, you ever stared at a man with the vision of a beast?
Make 'em look just like food, just lift em up and eat
[Hook:]
You wanna be a thug, I must say
It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way
The more money then the more gunplay
But everybody gotta go one day
I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky
So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes
Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy
Brooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die
[Verse 2:]
Before I had an interview, a photo shoot and a show
All I had was a jukes, I laid niggaz on the floor
When I run in the spot, I know when its time to go
Get the drugs, get the jewels, the money and hit the door
Niggaz do what you tell 'em when you holdin' that 4-4
RIP to Sean Bell
RIP to Kathryn Johnston
RIP to Amadou Diallo
The list goes on
Change gon' come
No justice, no peace
Another black man shot dead in the streets
Make the whole hood feel sad, its sadness
But we feel mad, its madness
Mike Oliver said his gun jammed, he the main one
12 year veteran and dont know how to use a gun, think we dumb?
If ya clips was loaded to the top, and your gun jammed, how ya fire 31 shots?
Say you shot at the man, cause you thought he was strapped
But you killed a man cause you thought he was shooting back
Black America, what type of garbage is that
The police academy arming these fools with gats
If your reason was, you thought he carry a gun
That mean you killed him for nothing, cause he aint have one
Im sick and tired of being sick and tired son
Hope change get here before the revolution come!
Patrick Lynch is an asshole, he siding with the cops
He said they wasn't wrong for firin' all 'em shots
He said if they felt a threat they 'posed to pop
and they should continue shooting until the threat stop
The nerve he got, another word said, they should continue shooting until Sean Bell was dead
Bloomberg spoke, but we expect him to
He said 50 shots was unacceptable
And he said nobody know how to feel and be another race
They don't respect that, they call it haemoth disgrace
Press conference infront of everybody, he responded faster than his predecessor Mayor Giuliani
Some say he spoke it illogically, he got some better manners
but lets see if we get some better policy
Don't fall for it, its all tricknology
Hope the change get here, before they try to body me
The law states a cop is not permitted to shoot at a moving car
It don't make a difference if its coming straight at him, cause if they shoot the driver a 4000 pound car could cause more drama
But when i heard Charles Barron speak, I believe
he said, "If we gotta bleed, then others gotta bleed"
Five cops placed on administrative leave
But they murdered a father, left behind two seeds
Why was the cops in the club, drinkin' a bottle?
Why was the 41 shots shot at Diallo?
John Podhoretz from the New York Post
Wanna know why Bloomberg and Al Sharpton still close
I read his article, he question it
Why was Bloomberg surrounded by African-Americans?
I guess the loss of a life was a Mayg
Called Sharpton a race-hating-cop-hater
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True To This Shit
Don't give ME NO LIP, I got my hand on that MENO GRIP
Papoose packing strong carrying THREE FOUR FIFTH's
Nobody move I'm a roll it off your FEET ON THIS
Head crack head crack CEE-LO SIX
Don't start no shit won't BE NO QUIT
If you stuttered or not is going to BE SOME BITCH
Stop telling me what kind of deal HE GOIN GET
That nigga drool on the track dog HE DON'T SPIT
You niggaz copy my style on some KINKO SHIT
Your two shots on some FREE THROW SHIT
One minute these rappers hungry the next minute HE SO RICH
Til you give him a knuckle sandwich make him EAT YO FIST
HE SOLD ZIP talkin bout HE SOLD SIX
Your album was a brick like a KILO BITCH
I don't understand what kind of niggaz HE ROLL WIT
You keep getting robbed and you don't know who THIEFED YO SHIT
How you think your man got up on his FEET SO QUICK
You God damn dummy it BE YO CLICK
Heard them niggaz crept up on you on some LILO SHIT
Emptied on your whole ride swiss CHEESED YO WHIP
He emptied his whole gun and you ain't SQUEEZE YO SHIT
A nigga empty on me better RELOAD QUICK
His stomach louder then his mouth when he SPEAK THOU FLIP
Cause we don't FEED NO SNITCH
The DA think SHE SO SLICK, A conniving and EVIL CHICK
Talking about the RICO law INCREASE THOSE RISK
If papi throw'em I'm a KEEP THOSE BRICKS
And motherfuck the RICO law you outta suck my BICHO BITCH
Gold diggers they don't wanna give a G NO KISS
When you get money they ready to DRINK YO PISS
I lost one of them broads to some MENO TRICK
Heard he be taking her out on CASINO TRIPS
Get her hair done bout to cop a MENO WHIP
Every other day he give her about THREE FOUR CHIPS
I guess that's why she don't want to be with ME NO SHIT
All I gave her was hard dick and CHICO STICKS
I'll carry my own work if I don't SEE NO CHICK
There ain't a ass that could CHEEK ALL THIS
The real recognize the real when WE SAW KISS
Papoose... on the Timbaland Track...
Yo timbaland good lookin man... Street Sweepers Entertainment
Now if you got that real ice in ya jewels you off the hook
Real niggaz rock real things, that's a good look
But, if you wearing cubic zirconia and then you put
Fake minks on ya back that's not a good look
[Verse 1]
This is two thousand and five music, live music
Make you wanna lean to the side and drive stupid
I'm roc-a-weared cause I salute it
Them fellas ain't rockin with each other no more this my blueprint
To my the hustlas if you do what you do
And you getting real money man this hooks for you
If you made it out the hood and took ya crew
That's gangsta love, it's a good look for you
To all my independent women if you do what you do
You know dimes with the matching pocketbook and shoe
If you ran into some money and you took ya boo
That's gansterous love, it's a good look for you
Tim put his produce to it
Pap put his Poose to it
It's a new era in rap get used to it
Kay Slay told me just do it how you do it
He said Pap if they spit fire, then you fluid
[Chorus]
If you got that new whip on the road you off the hook
Real niggaz drive real cars, that's a good look
But if a bullshit ass ride is what you push
And you still got spinners, that's not a good look
Two thousand and five a lot gone change
I don't think you muthafuckas know my name (Papoose)
Real niggaz pop those thangs
Neva let another man pop ya chain
[Verse 2]
They call me Pap Dapper Don, cause the Don Dapper
And when Pap pack his long, hit ya brod faster
After Pap bag ya brod, kick ya nat swagga charm
Throw dem black khakis on, never back track I'm gone
Go to war with the pussy like Afghanistan
My weapon is black magic wand
Getting head while I'm driving eyes rolling back tap the horn
Hit ya whip Black I'm gone
Shouldh've had ya hazards on
Know the trap rap alone
Ass, backsnapper Don
Da fast rapper, ass capper, Ass tapper, splash at her, laugh at her
Rat tatter, tat tatter crones
Da cash stacker dat matters Pap's bad as Funs
The pedal to the metal, metal to the chase
I put the rap to the track, treble to the base
Put the charm to that girl that you cheat on hater
Stop now 'fore I keep on later (Preach on player)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Everybody cop jewels from Jacob they off the hook
They all spending millions of dollars to get a look
But I heard through the Grapevine they all getting took
Jacob selling fake ice, that's not a good look
Everybody playa hatin each other they off the hook
As soon as you get your feet in the door they step on ya foot
They play the game but they ain't playin it by the book
Jay the president of Def Jam, that's a good look
Got some many clothes my closet look like a store
Ya'll niggaz is bums, I got closed like a door
Niggaz hate to see me in the lex, the ladies love me
Cause they know I'll put a lean on 'em like bankruptcy
See a weakling playin a crook don't believe him
Believe, achieve, stay focused on succeeding
Open ya eyes realize what you see in
Russian roulette when the battles spinns you dead
Why you let them dude shoot his self in the head
Look at you now, brains all over your bed
Your favourite rapper shot his self in the head
Russian Roulette gay you who not believe gave them sharades
I gave you chess, you motherfuckers know my name
PAPOOSE gotta say 'em why he gone come with next
Who wanna play a game russian roulette
Russian roulette uh, I'm a keep the rule on my belt
You ain't got a killa fool he do it hisself
I got this city on fire if you foolish your mouth
Couse fuckin' with Papoose is like shootin' yourself
Russian Roulette now gone celebrate somewhere else
You never had nothin'you ain't use to the wealth
You could lie to the people but be true to yourself
Couse you know the record label gone put you on the shelf
Russian roulette I don't understand them stupid guys
They know they ain't nice they'll choose the rhyme
I know what you got in this way his foolish pride
It's a suicide, is a suicide
Russian Roulette I see a lot of waitin' dudes
You talkin' on the phone bout the bridge you move
The man facin' life he got shit to loose
You did it to yourself that's a self inflicktin' move
Russian Roulette the war stop rappers defendin me
But I'm your evolution man I age you fuckin' enemy
Retire now you'd be a good memory
If you keep rappin' you gon' kill your own legacy
Russian Roulette when brooklyn and harlem get together
They blow, hoe they did it with rocafeller
Biggie smallz and puffie they did it with bad boy
History repeats hisself ya'll enjoy
Straight from harlem I'm from brooklyn of course
We carry guns but we all so carry the torch
You don't suport us then you die
Is your falt what typ of games is this motherfucker playin in new york
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles P, McGruff, Sheek Louch, Black Rob & Razah)
I Was Raised With Them Gangstaz
In The Streets Where Nothing's Promise Man
People Only Would Respect You When Your Crazy
And Slay You A Wild Child
And We Rep Them Streets Can You Hear Me
My People Gonna Talk To You See Man
[Styles:]
I Go To Hell If My Niggas Dead
Drinking Liquor Blowing L's Like Im Living In There
Matter Fact Yall Food, Im The Dinner Wear
And I Cant Go To Heaven I'll Be Sinning In There
Listen Up I Keep Two Guns On My Hips
Gotta Few Hundred Pounds Moving On My Strip
Niggas Leave Off The Block When Im On My Shit
Got My Hands In My Pants And They Aint On My Dick
Fuck It Nigga, Keep These Guns On Safety For What
Im From A Place Where Faces Get Cut
Niggas Is Taping You Up
They Gonna Bring You To A Place In The Cut
Its Real Dirty Then Some 730 Niggs Start Breaking You Up
I Wear A Mask Like Its A Masquerade
Cause I Got Beef With Niggas Like Me That Will Blast Away
Listen Dog Im Tryna Last Today
So I Can See Tomorrow, Im Grabbing These Hallows To Mash Away
[Mcgruff:]
Kay Slay Gave Me A Call Say Gruff I Gotta Spot For Ya
No Doubt Slay Im About To Make It Hot For Ya
These Aint Not Thugs They Puss
Stop Fronting Like You Hard Before Your Mug Get Pushed
Blood Gon' Gush
Fuck Up My Cheese Doodles Stain My Pelle Pelle
That 40 Cal. Turn His Six Pak Belly Jelly
I Hit A Nigga How He Suppose To Get Hit
I Walk Up And Hit Him Close
This Big Shit I Tote Fo'sho Gon' Get Him Ghost
Fo'sho Its No Post Lord These Bullets Do Know The Outcome
You Know I Aint No Pulling Through
Its A Rap, Rennels
Let Me See You Talk That Same Shit When Them Caps In You
Cocksuka, You Punk Muhfuckers Bring The Noise
The Bigger The Crowd, The Bigger The Funeral Yea Bring Your Boys
The Shit I Talk Believe I Could Back It
Aint Nothin Sweet Got That Heat Underneath The Jacket (Faggot)
[Chorus:]
People Only Respect You When Your Crazy
And Slay You A Wild Child
And We Rep Them Streets Can You Hear Me
My Peoples Gonna Talk To You See Man
[Jadakiss:]
Yo Since They Say Lifes A Gamble, Well Fuck It I Got Bank Im On The Subway Tonguing My Lawyer Im Like Frankin
You Being A Thug Wrong
If We Was In The Bullpen I Have You Standing Up On The Toilet Singing Love Songs
When You Go To Bust A Nigga
Always Remember Never Trust A Nigga
And Dont Forget To Put Your Gloves On
Niggas Better Hold Whatever They Making
Its Getting Cold And The Weather Is Breaking
Sales Is Dropping. 10 P.M. Cells Is Locking
Drama Hour On D-Block The Jail Is Rocking
Real Life Family, We Aint Gang Members, But We Still Bang Niggas
And We Keep Them Things With Us
We Both Got The 7, But Yours Is The 45, Mines Is The 60
The Color Of Rice Crispy (Yea)
So Go Head With Your New Born Rap
Nigga You Puss Like A New Born Cat
[Papoose:]
Yea Papoose Whipping Your Head Boy With The Verbal
You Niggas Got Rats In Your Family Like A Gerbil
You Ever Turn Your Back On Me, I Gotta Merk You
I Hit You In Your Back Like I Was Tryna Burp You
I Go At The Track Different Ways, Im Universal
Papoose Stay Under The Track Like Myrtle
Violate You Like Your P.O. You Pass Curfew
Niggas Move Slow With The Shells Just Like A Turtle
Im Robbing Niggas Who Sell Weight
So On The First You
Niggas Better Tuck In Your Weight Just Like A Girdle
But Lately Rappers Been Afraid To Face Me
Real Niggas Embrace Me
Dont Even Talk About Gang Banging, My Homies Throw Them B's Up Crazy
So On The Streets I Keep The B With Me Like Jay-Z
When I Pull Out The Mag You Be Scared Stiff
You A Snitch, I Keep A Magnum On Me Like My Dick
[Sheek Louch:]
Who Could Believe Sheek Would Have A Label Up His Sleeves
Yall Cant Breathe
Your Boy Louch A Headache Pass The Aleve
I Reinvented Myself, I Change With Time
Threw A Ceo Hat On, Stepped Up My Rhyme
Its Time For This Nigga To Shine
Its Been The Same Pattern Here For A Minute, Imma Change The Design
Nothing Change You Still Walk With Me
Dont Get A Fresh Buck 50
The Hammer Still Tuck To My Dickie
Still Fucking With These Bitches, The Weed Is Sticky
Still With The Same Niggas Everyday The God Is Picky
And Even Though I Aint Go Plat Yet
Sheek Got The Hood Upside Down Like A Hot Wheel Track Set
I Spit Like I Been Here
Holla At Me, You Would Think I Was Your Father
Minus The Great Chin Hair
Rich Na, But I'll Holla Back When I Get There Bitch
[Black Rob:]
Open Your Eyes Fam This A New Chapter
Who The Fuck You Think You Kidding Yall Know What I Came After
Im Not Your Average Rapper
Im A Nigga Holdin 4, The Homie The People Gon' Stand In Back Of
In Battle Mode Cause The Boys In Blue
Boys And Your Crew, Motherfuckers Poisoning You
Now I Can As Far Back Camp Can
Before The Crack, Before New York Took The First Blast
I Was, In The One Room Joint Clay Ave
Off Of Webster Hit Past Coke And Weschester
Me And Nom Took Our Rhymes And Left Dexter
Hit The Streets Up None Of The Loyalty Never Left Us
Took Your Dust Up, Holla At Slay Nig Wassup
Old Folks Up In The Hood Still Trust Us
Salmy Wilson You Playing For Real Flip The Manual
Yeah
Welcome to the epitome of rap
Your services are no longer needed
It's a new era in hip-hop
Thug-A, Thug-A ya know the rest
Come on
[Chorus]
It's a new era in rap, it's bout to change
They know they ain't nice that's why they claim they bang
You ever heard of Mister Cee, he use to be with Kane
Biggie Smalls, Ol' School at noon do his thang
He named the top five lyricist in the game
He mentioned Papoose, but I ain't hear your name
So I'ma quote Jay-Z, "Youse a lame," It's a shaaame
Shame, shame, shame
It's a new era in rap, it's shit to change
They know they ain't nice that's why they claim they bang
You ever heard of Mister Cee, he use to roll with Kane
Biggie Smalls, Ol' School at noon do his thang
He named the top five emcees in the game
He mentioned Papoose, but I ain't hear your name
So I'ma quote Jay-Z, "Youse a lame," It's a shaaame
Shame, shame, shame
Ima Mackie by name, a Strong by blood
Never use to have a buzz, it was what it was
Now I *bzzz* like a bee, it is what it is
Gotta make a billion dollars I got alotta kids
Ima make it to the top nonstop I ain't stoppin'
50 said, "the top feel better than the bottom,"
Lame ass niggaz tried to pop 'em
Fuck ya 40 cal gotta 50 cal now what's poppin'?
AK, chill KaySlay I got 'em
He let him gas 'em up, start 'em up I'ma drive 'em
Walk up on him like, "I don't want no problems"
Then cock back and hit 'em I was playin' possum
A gemstar's 25 cents I'ma cop 'em
So it only cost me a quarter to ox 'em
Rapper walkin' through my hood boppin'
Had to ask a question So I had to stop him
How many real niggaz from the hood who grew up around poverty
Didn't sell crack or didn't do a robbery?
Niggaz ain't live as me
Actin' like they the only ones who put in work
That shit bothers me
Ya chances of findin' that there you probably
Got a better chance at hittin' the lottery
I done sold hella crack, Moved hella packs
I done gripped hella gats, Laid hella niggaz flat
Robbed hella out-of-towners when they was in town
I done ran in hella spots, laid hella niggaz down
Had hella chains out with niggaz lamed out
Backed hella things out, had hella bang outs
I done copped hella jewels, got hella gully
I done pushed hella whips, spent hella money
Naked eyes never lie, you eye ballin' me, why?
Lookin' at me like you won't make a mistake a try
I respect your honesty cause I hate a lie
But I will forever put clothing on your naked eye
You got your money up, but man I'm not impressed
Money without respect you in debt
You fucked alot of people around soon you gone get stretched
You'll even fuck your own family, who get it next?
That's a part of the game I don't get yet
How you gone fuck your own family? Man, that's incest
But listen you ain't got no knife game we rip flesh
Get you cut up like push ups, 10 sets
Got the middle finger but I give 'em the index
Leave 'em with his wig wet
Nowadays I'm feelin' like Floyd Mayweather
He pokin' out his chest
Actin' like he brolic I don't care what he bench press
He goin' down when he get his chin checked
He gotta glass jaw, he probably wash his face with Windex
Then Hurry Up And Buy.
Just Pay And Leave.
Ay Man I Said Imma Pay You, Why Dont You Calm Your Motherfuckin Nerves?!Damn!
Hurry Up And Go.
Why Dont You Give To My Homeboy His Change?
I Dont Want Any Trouble, Just Get Out.
Its A Damn Job.
I Feel Sorry For Your Mother.
What Did You Say About My Momma?You Feelin Sorry For Who?!Ha?!
I Dont Want Any Trouble, Just Get Out!
What The Fuck You Said About My Momma?!
I Dont Want Any Trouble, Just Get Out!
You Talkin Shit, Everytime I Come To This Motherfucker You Got Something To Say!
[Gun Shots]
Yeah Yeah
Ay Where's Motherfuckin Video Tape?Gimme The Motherfucking Video Tape, Bring The Motherfucking Video Tape Right Now!
Ay Nigga, Ay Clean The Cash Register!
[Papoose:]
This Is Menace 2 Society Part Two
Imma Menace 2 Society The Streets Is Mine
You Crap Rappers Admire Me
I Wrothe Manace Part Two, Ya'll Cant Move Me
I Graduated From Rhytm And Rhymes, Dont Try In Movies
Sucka, Without The Ass Whooping From Pac
Me Is Slaving To 2006 Hughes Brothas
I Got You Open Nigga
Roll Up Your Weed. Pour Some Liqour
And Yeah, Get You Pop Corn Ready Motion Picture
Ou Dog Still Locked Up In Jail
Im Going To See Him Some Times, And Sending Some Mail
That Fagget Nigga Chunsy He Decided To Tell
He Gaved Tape To The Cops,He ? In Hell
Cain Wanted To Be Like My Father Parnell
I Know You Remember Me,I Served You Memory Well
I Was Riot My Big Will, Im The Reason You Fell
He Tryed To Protect Me When They Bustin Them Shell's
[Movie Cut's]
You Really Fuckd Up Nigga
Fuckd.
Get Your Ass Out Of Car Nigga
Get The Fuck Out.Break Your Self Nigga, Break Your Self!
Son Of The Bitch!
Get You Motherfucking Ass Out Of Car!
Allright Nigga, Chill
Cain You Gotta Out Of Car Man.
Nigga Dont Make Me Rush You, Get Your Ass Out Of The Car, Get Out Of Car
Allright
Get Out!
Allright Nigga,Im Commin
I Got Your Life, Get Your Motherfuckin Ass Out Of Car Now!
Bitch Move!
Shoot That Nigga Do You?!
Fuck You [ Gun Shots]
Awww Shit...
Ou Shit Thats Cain,Ay They've Been Jack'd Common
Shit Thats Cain And Harold
[Papoose:]
Im Tellin Niggaz 'brase Your Self
Ya'll Know The Slain
Im Jacking These Fools, Just Like Them Do Jack Cain
Remember When He Thought Me How To Hole That Thing
Now Im Holing For My Self, Shit Dont Change
I Gotta Vengance Steff, Im Streight Thugin
Imma Twistas Cap, When I Catch Arlinas Cousin
See Them Niggaz Over There, They Scheamin To Rob You
When ? No Body Gonna Harm You
But Yo, Imma Bout To Leave, I Cant Control It For You
Gimme Your Chain And Your Watch, Imma Hold It For You
Gimme Your Ring Too, Yeah Im Giving It Back
Stupid Niggaz Fall For Some Shit Like That
You Aint Even Got Stick Or Swee Like That
You Can Talk ? Juewls He Is Bitch Like That!
Thats Why Give It To Him, Give It To Him, No Hesitation
You Are Coward I Push Shit Back Like Cost Of Pation!
[Movie Cut's]
Look Aight,Not Me Allright, Im Not Killing Kids
You Know What Nigga?You Acting Like Lil Bitch Right Now!
You Act Real Paranoid And Shit
These Mothercukers Smoked Your Goddamn Cousin In Front Of You Nigga!
Blow His Head Off, In Front Of Your Face, And You Aint Go Do Shit?!
You Acting Like Lil Bitch Right Now Nigga.
Man Fuck That, I Aint Letting That Shit Ride!
We Gonna Smoke All These Motherfuckers, I Dont Care Who The Fuck Out There!
God Damn It, Is You Down Nigga?!
Man, Both Of You Shut The Fuck Up!
Now Niggaz Hurry Up,Go In There And Bump Them Niggaz And Get The Fuck Out
Dont Be Playin, Dog, Cain You Hear What Im Sayin, Kill Them Niggaz And Get The Fuck Back
So We Can Stab By, Imma Be Chillin Right Here
Ay Nigga I Wanna Now Are You Ready To Do The Shit?Is You Ready To Do The Shit Or What Motherfucker?!
[Papoose:]
This Low Niggaz Came To My Hood, Cops ? Had A Tatoo On His Arm And Red Arlina
He Said He Was His Moms, I Started To Feel Eager
I Tap My Man, Like Yo ?
That Cain Got Pregnent, Yo You Got Your Nina?
He Said No, I Said Damn Cuz I Aint Have My Fever
I Put My Head Down, Like I Was Looking Down My Snickers
We Pumped Nigga Out So Bad, He Cought Amnesia!
[Movie Cut's]
Hey, Witch One Of Ya'll Is You Cain?
Who Is This Fool Man?I Dont Know
A Friend Homie
Aww Homie, I Think That You Dont Know Me.
Check This Out, Im Arlinas Cousin Partner, She Dont Like You Dogin Her, And I Dont Either!
We Suppose To Fight For Bitch?
I Think You Should Watch Who To Call Bitch Partner.
Yeah,And I Think You Should Watch Who You Fuck Too!
[Fightnig] Aww Shit, Rush Him Nigga Rush Him!
Caide! Caide!!!
[Papoose:]
All I Ever Wanted To Do Is Ride Like Cain
Bailin Like Ou Dog, Drive By Like Cain
Laid Back Like Vax, Life In The Fast Lane
I Never Realized That I Will Die Like Cain
To All Of You Movie Thugz, I Hope You Get The Message
Name One Movie, That Gangsta Lives In The Endin
Never Tryed To Beat Next Man, Thats How You Parish
When This Movie Go Off, Man Make Sure That You Read The Credits
[Movie Cut's]
Yo, Whats Up Now Partner?
[Gun Shots]
After Starting Arlinas Cousin Like That,I Knew I Will Have To Deal With That Fool Some Day
Damn I Never Thought He Will Come Back Like This, Blastin!
Like I Said,It Was Funny Like That In Hood Sometimes
But You'll Never Knew Whats Gonna Happen Or When.
Ive Done To Much To Turn Back, And Im Done To Much To Go On
I Guess In The End, All Catch's Up With You
My Grandpa Askd Me One Time, What Care, Live Or Die?Yeah I Do
Lyricism and life guns and roses
Rob execs take the pennies out your loafers
A lot of rappers but papoose the dopest
Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious
Lyricism and life guns and roses
Jack Maybachs blow the brains out your chauffeurs
A lot of rappers, papoose the dopest
Supercalifragilisticexpealadocious
My live crew pop like guy moo pop advise you pop
Wise new plots I ride through blocks and find new spots
Nah-uh you not uh-huh you watch
When I hop out the dread be like, "Man don't do dat"
Get lined up like five roof tops I cock two glocks
Find you behind new locks 'cause papoose got
Two knots inside two socks few rocks inside shoe box
You got two hot blocks who block you got
You dropped, you dropped you hot you not you popped you flop
you got to stop hops you not Tupac
Chew shots through blocks since doowop pop and koolats
Every last one of you niggaz could eat the ooh wop
I stack money while you spending your dough
I must-stash like the hair between your lip and your nose
Never partied always ran with the mothers
The only Summer Jam I ever had, was if my gun jammed in the summer
Cock the Uzi
Chip a nickel and diamond for a loosey
You coming through shining like we 'aint riding for the Louchey
Homie none of your diamonds don't induce me
'Cause yo I put blood on your ice, and turn your diamonds into rubies
Kill intent, catch my enemy at a big event
Watching while he party in advance of getting bent
Soon as he try to use the bathroom I'm slipping in
Sending guns smoke through the vents
I'ma add something stupid like, can I buy one of your cigarettes
Put the burner under his chin and leave the ceiling wet
They incorrect, niggaz spending money to get respect
They don't know the way to get respect is disrespect
How you cut a nigga in the face to get a rep
Real gangsters cut him in his neck
And if you catch an attempt murder that don't mean you a bigger threat
That just means you 'aint no motherfucking killer yet
My pistol send you to death
Rip through your Mitchell and Ness
Like car dealers you hit the deck
They hit your man with the Smith and Wess
Dump shots all in a nigga chest
You could see his bones he missing flesh
Stead of getting a gun, you run and go get a vest
Niggaz tore your man out the frame and you 'aint get the picture yet?
Dope fiends lined up making the strip a mess
That dope got them fiends online like the Internet
They tried to come on my block selling that fucking boy
Nigga my gun got fire like its unemployed
Say send me out the semi out they let me out I'm focused
Dessies out the holsters
Empty out the 4-5th
If I was a blood, I split the C like I'm Moses
[Papoose: Speaking]
The Law Library Saga Now Continues
I Promised Y'all The Continuation
Article 4.90 Terrorism
[Song Begins:]
Imagine bein on the 81st floor, with a fire inside
An open window is your only way to survive
For those who jumpped out of the Twin Towers and died
Welcome to Law Library Part 5
[Hook: x2]
Take these bars and play'em for each and every
Widow of a soldier who died is nessesary
When will we see the land of the free, nevuarry
So where is the home of the brave, the cemetary
Happy New Year's, I hope your christmas was merry
I'd like to welcome you to my Law Library
Terrorism
It's wicked, it's exorcism
Where are the terrorist?
Are they locked in prison
Or are they in the government in different positions?
Are they the suicide bombers or the polititions?
Did the Twin Towers fall cause the planes hit'em
Or did they collapse cause of control demolition?
Witnesses heared an explosion blast off
They say found some torn out Saquamies Passport
9/11 was catatrophic
How could they find the passport
But not find none of the black boxes
Weeks in advance the owner of the 2nd Tower
Took out an insurence policy for billions of dollars
Why would they let innocent people get devouered
So they can step in and play some hero of ours
Good guy, bad guy, they kanivers
Now they can take, do, say what they want
Bush did it for power
Too many lies, now it's revealed that they snakes
So the United States
Gotta save face
And what better way to restore then peoples fate?
Obama and Hilary In a Presidential Race
Some say this is our time to rule
First black president, powerful move
Barak Obama could change the complection
Of the white house
But can he change the direction?
That's what I doubt?
Why did they assasinate Benazil Buno?
Was that a warning shot at Hilary? Who knows
A terrorist person influence conduct of a unit
Or government by intimidation or coherse
And if you threaten a civilian population
To commit
Or cause to be commited a specified offense
Cause intimidation or fear of incomission
Wheather you had the capabilities or you didn't
You can still be sentence, of such offense
That's a D felony, u made a terrorist threat
Cause conduct of a unit and government to happen
By murder, assasination, or kidnappin
So whose to blame for all the hi-jakin?
Al Queda, George Bush, or Bin-Ladin?
The government tryin to find out, who bombed Manhattan
Take a look straight in the mirror, your lookin at'em
The home land security, the patriot act
Look at Afganastan, the war in Iraq
What's the next chapter in my glossary?
Article 1.60 robbery
Ever since I was small I stood tall like the Palace of Ifle
Take a walk into my world ill be glad to invite you
Cause to me American is such an arrogant title
They should make a TV show called African idol
In the streets you should never turn your back of a rival
Cause every enemy active is liable
So if you feel something jaggin behind you causin havoc inside you
That's me pulling my knife from the back of your spinal
Fornicating and claiming to be a master disciple
Somebody should back stab him in the back of his bible
You babblin spiteful shenanigan franicin frightful
Spittin that savage recital you a faggot on vinyl
Don't you ever try to go against a rapper this vital
You rapping wit straight lines while my rapping it spirals
My thoughts stay on point like an accurate rifle
I get straight to the point like a jabber and slice you
Straight food got some grub in my cabinet like you
Ill stretch you across the table and wit a napkin and bite you
I'm alive cause I'm wise and I practice survival
Know the struggle so I balance the strible
Paid some grand's for my jewelry so my karats enlight you
Try to take my grand jewelry (jury) I'm a let the automatic indite you
Had to pull it from my heart to my attic to fight you
I left the arrogant stifle wit a strategist cycle
But I still rather entice you wit lavage delightful
Immaculate trifle raps I write you
Deep as the largest abyss sub-consciousness Pap a revive you
(Uhn) the nacirema dream the album
It's getting closer y'all
MCs put your thinking caps on
2007 is mine
What makes me me
Cause I dropped 17 CDs
Or the way I been make me a g
What makes you you
Is it cause you stay true to your crew
Or it's just because you do what you do
What makes me the king
Is it the way I'm holding it down
Or it's just because I'm wearing a crown [? ] my style
The man makes the money money never makes the man
I'm just trinna help you niggas understand
What makes me me
Talking on the tellie straight driving the legal
Rear view mirrors is clean so I can see you
Yellow lights I speed up so I can speed through
Red monkey junkie now rockin the [? ]
Undershirt inthermal shirt rockin the mink too
I hate the cold weather we the tropical people
After the nacirema yea I'm dropping a sequel
A rider like evel knievel
If my life depended on my album would I be alive
Y'all gon execute me or y'all gon let me survive
If my freedom depended on it you witnessed the crime
You gon keep it gangsta or you gon testify
Had your last 20 dollas you love to get high
My album or a bag of weed which one you gon buy
I brought a chair in the booth while I'm spittin this rhyme
Cause I know if I stand up I'm a loose my mind
So I'm a just sit calm like good times
The jeffersons different strokes and family ties
Want of my mans was In the crib eatin some chick
She didn't tell him my other man got a key to her shit
This nigga walked in the crib squeezin his fif
He killed my homie in his sleep I'm a leave you with this
You can end up slumped over asleep in a ditch
When you don't use your head and think with your dick (uhn)
The hood taught me in the backwards way
I was addicted to the way the guns blast away
Started totin hammers hennesy and alisai
Then I realized all of my idols passed away
In the fast life looking for a faster way
That's the main reason why I'm getting cash today
Had to start all over but I still made a profit
Cause niggas who got rich I was right where they started
I ain't mind starting off like the nigga with bread
I'll follow the path long as I ain't bein misslead
Sink this in your head
I'd rather starve like a man who's alive then end up like a man who's dead
My path is unwalked my [? ] is blood [? ]
I can school your whole class with one thought
Fight for my homie his challenge is unfought
Bang for equality blast the gun (uhn)
They say his album came out trash it's your fault
Am I the 4th quarter assassin of course
Now you acting like you passin your torch
I guess you must think I'm a ass of some sort
You ain't never gave me half the support
That I deserve from you bastards I brought
Lyricism back with classics I [? ]
From a to z then went backwards I storched
Set fire to they asses I fought
Went to the south as if the traffic up north
Niggas act as if my math is untaught
[Papoose:]
Ya wanna go to war let's get it then
If war bring peace I'm with it then
I don't start beef I finish it
Ghetto soldiers, we militant.
[Akon:]
I don't like to fuss or fight
Just trying to live life rightt
Don't take my kindness for weakness
Cause I will take your life...
At first I will walk away...
Unless they push me to play
But that's something I know you will regret
So please don't forget
[Akon:]
I'm a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo
I'm a ghetto soldier, (gun man sing hooOooo)
I'm a ghetto soldIER, (cowboy sing hoooOooo)
Yes a ghetto soldier, (bad man sing hoooOooo)
Got an S on my chest hahaha
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when I was young I got drafted
Sent me to the army of Brooklyn, those bastards
Fallen soldiers, my homies lay in caskets
They couldn't survive the heat
Just like the mavericks
And I don't buy wolf tickets from niggas
But niggas be wolfin so I walk around on my clippers
Some of my people was alive from my struggle
But ain't lived to see my success
They wanted to see me make it, but got stripped naked
And layed in the morgue cause of death
So yo now I'm successful how can I celebrate it?
They died early, so in their eyes I never made it
I ain't goin' give you my life, you gotta take it
Soldier, I'm going out Blazin'
[Akon:]
I'm a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo
I'm a ghetto soldier, (gun man sing hooOooo)
I'm a ghetto soldIER, (cowboy sing hoooOooo)
Yes a ghetto soldier, (bad man sing hoooOooo)
(Big mike, Evil Empire)
[Papoose:]
We said the same thing at the same time
I ain't knock on wood
Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good
Brook a mirror, I ain't get 7 years of bad luck
Nuttin bad ain't even happened, my left eye jumped
Put my hat on the bed when I walked in the room
Swept my feet, and I ain't even spit on the broom
What I'm try'na say is, I'm not supersticious
Akon what am I?
(I'm a ghetto soldier)
My right hand itchin, been havin money kid.
I even opened the unbrella in da crib
Bought my girl some shoes, she ain't walk outta my life
No bad luck, I skipped the po twice
No superstition, just wise intuition
On the battle field get killed or do the killin
By the way my good luck charm is a bisquit
Ghetto soldier to the ended
[Akon:]
I'm a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo
I'm a ghetto soldier, (gun man sing hooOooo)
I'm a ghetto soldIER, (cowboy sing hoooOooo)
Yes a ghetto soldier, (bad man sing hoooOooo)
(hey!)
[Papoose:]
No pain no gain
All of the trama is killing me
Pain can't swim that's why I drown in that Hennesey
Tired of the enemy, runnin to your crib
Slumped you in your fireplace and have smoke comin outta
Your chimney
I could see straight through your plots and your trickery
It don't mean shit to me, I'm trying to get to the bottom of it
But I lost a whole lot of my energy
Tryna get to the bottom of a bottomless industry
Now-a-days all I got is my pride and my dignity
You ridin with sympathy
They say misery needs company, why keep em' company
You kiddin' me, when I could grab a weapon and put him outta his misery
Says shots asked you to tell you I'm not playing!
When you fire back you let me know what chu saying
This gun busting it's like an unspoken language
We communicate with our guns, this shit is dangerous.
[Akon:]
I'm a ghetto soldier, desporatoOoOo
I'm a ghetto soldier, (gun man sing hooOooo)
I'm a ghetto soldIER, (cowboy sing hoooOooo)
Yes a ghetto soldier, (bad man sing hoooOooo)
[Intro: Papoose]
Oh!!! This the one right here!!! Swizz Beatz you a fool for this!
I done took y'all everywhere, ain't nowhere to take y'all but to the club
Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
niggaz try to rush the door of the club
We 'bout to get right niggaz! (We 'bout to get right niggaz!)
We 'bout to get right niggaz! (We 'bout to get right niggaz!)
All my bitches with the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
We 'bout to get right bitches (We 'bout to get right bitches!) Let's go!!!
[Verse 1: Papoose]
What you mean let's go?! go where?!
This my city I ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have no fear, Flipmode, Streetsweeper oh yeah!
Oooh I like her, shake yo' rear
You look nice who did yo' hair?
Syke!!! Shorty over there look way better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let the liquor spill (Cris!!!)
Your girl chasin me down with her high heels (Oops!)
And I'm so glad I waited for a bigger deal
Cause now I got the club on me like a steering wheel
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I got a damn good lawyer
(Yeah!) the best management and the realest DJ on the streets (Drama King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
o one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
(Oh Yeah) then homeboy just don't blink (Don't sleep)
When you open yo' eyes the game 'gon be mine
and I'm a bring it back to the East (Let's Get it)
Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice
the ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet)
Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have a choice
I came from the bottom but I Rose like Royce
Man these boys can't mess with me on my worst day (Nope)
So how the hell 'gon mess with me on my birthday (Yeah!)
That's right, this is the day I was born
The music is my mama, I'm the son of song
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Papoose]
Who's that with the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling bling I'm the mainstream dream (Yeah) The Nacirema Dream you lames ain't seen
I was in the club holdin my fifth tight, this dude keep grillin me I had to get right (What)
Shorty her face, her ass, and her hips tight (Oooh)
Took her to the Mariott had to get right
Cutie the bomb she live in the beauty salon
So her beauty is strong rockin like Louis Vuitton
Cause these dudes never wanna see the new kid signed (No)
They always wanna shine like the sun all the time
Fall back you passed yo' prime
Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine
[Chorus]
[Outro: Papoose]
Yeah! The East Coast get right! Yeah! The West Coast get right!
Yeah! The dirty South get right!
[Intro:]
I got the Armani's, got the Versace joints
My fitted cap low , let me put my hater blockers on
Papoose Pa-poose
[Chorus:]
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)
Why you all up in my space (My space)
I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)
[Verse 1:]
I wear a mean dark pair of shades
And you can't see my eyes unless my head bent
It's about to be a cold winter, I'm on some s***
Show you how to rob the industry like 50 cent
Hopped on the airplane, hit Miami quick
Linked up with Scott Storch, so you know it's a hit
Everybody lookin for me like where Pap went?
Going going going gone, I'm outta here b****
Look at shorty over there, she thick like quick
But she got her breasts done, she thinks she slick
Yeah, all the girls with the real hair
Yeah, the real chest and the ill rear
Even if it ain't real, I ain't hating on it
Uh! It's still yours cause you paid for it
Get your weight up not your hate up and see me after you got it up
I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya
[Chorus:]
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)
Why you all up in my space (My space)
I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)
[Verse 2:]
My groove, come get into my groove
Walk through the industry doing what I choose
My chain hit your girl in the face, she 'gon bruise
So when I'm on top, I take off my jewels
Four hundred songs, what more can I prove
Versatile, I'm hardcore, but I'm smooth
Cop new hammers and give them to my goons
None of y'all crews don't want it with my dudes
The throwback Mike's, black and gray pair
Not those, the suede pair
Had that '07 leather in '06
I switch it up every year
Since it's 07, I'm copping my '08 gear
They don't face fight, when I pull out the thirty eight here
Make the doctor press down on your chest and say CLEAR!
Sucker punched you fast and say they ain't care
They can't swing on me, I weave like fake hair
[Chorus:]
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)
Why you all up in my space (My space)
I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)
[Verse 3:]
Count my money once, I count my money twice
Then I count it again to make sure it's right
I keep my guns dirty, and my jewelry plain
Cause fly b****es love gangstas, nah mean!?
I know y'all shades is fake, but not these y'all
Armani, Vioni, Versace, her body like Halle
She probably think she got me, but not me
Ma please I bet you I can make her feel like a virgin
I bet you I can make her scream like a virgin
And her p****smells good, I said it
Cause she a clean version) like a radio edit
But it's all about the clothes, the homes, the hot cars
Looking through my shades, it's easy to spot ya
Rock ya to sleep, then drop y'all
Seen alot of stars get rocked, that's why I call them rockstars
[Chorus:]
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)
I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)
Why you all up in my space (My space)
[Papoose:]
I like to welcome ya'll niggaz to Faces of Death... take a deep breathe... don't be afraid
[Kay Slay:]
Papoose, let's go!
[chorus: Papoose]
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then [? ]
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
Take a taste of your flesh,
I break the plate in ya flesh,
I hope you takin ya breath,
Cause this is faces of death,
I left the flesh molded,
Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it,
I'm papoose, the life or death poet,
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
[Papoose:]
A young hustla on the block selling his jacks,
They told him he can't hustle now he dressed with his gat,
Hit him right between the eyes, dead in the head with the mac,
Heard how his melon just cracked? Faces of death!
Finally got her in the telly, she prettied that ass fat,
Pulled out a condom, and she told you "don't use that",
But you ain't see the monkey is sitting right on her back,
Now you positive and you trapped, faces of death!
Stick up kids see a big woolie who flossin,
Back the nigga down and took his jewelry off him,
But he ain't pat him down good enough and it cost him,
He gripped up on the larson, faces of death!
This nigga drunk drivin while he smoking his ganja,
They told him "slow down" but he told em "I gotcha",
He crashed, everybody died 'cept for the driver,
He the only survivor, faces of death!
[chorus:]
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then [? ]
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
Take a taste of your flesh,
I break the plate in ya flesh,
I hope you takin ya breath,
Cause this is faces of death,
I left the flesh molded,
Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it,
I'm papoose, the life or death poet,
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
[Papoose]
This wild nigga always known for pickin his gun up,
Got caught for a body from some nigga he stuck up,
The judge gave him 25 to life, he fucked up,
Went to his cell and hung up, faces of death!
This girl got a boyfriend, she taking him seriously,
She love him so much that he broke her virginity,
After that he called her and told her it was quits,
She went in the room and slit her wrists, faces of death!
This lady goin' to work tryin to feed her children,
The ain't know it was war cause she just a civilian,
Two airplanes crashed into the buildings,
She got crushed by a ceiling, faces of death!
A father left a loaded gun under his mattress,
His 4 year old son walked in and grabbed it,
He thought it was a toy so he cocked it and clapped it,
His body fell down backwards, faces of death!
[chorus:]
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then [? ]
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
Take a taste of your flesh,
I break the plate in ya flesh,
I hope you takin ya breath,
Cause this is faces of death,
I left the flesh molded,
Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it,
I'm papoose, the life or death poet,
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
[Papoose:]
The projects look like oversized tombstones,
Guess the ghetto is a graveyard, we do em homes,
Been here before, so my spirit carry a used soul,
My soul can't carry my flesh, so I use bones,
I'm a death poet, through life I consume poems,
Words can't kill em, so I use chrome,
Next time you looking in the mirror, you better pinch your flesh,
Make sure the face in your mirror ain't a face of death,
Next time you eating your food, take a deep breath,
Make your the taste in your mouth ain't a taste of death,
Now I laid me down to sleep,
I pray to lord my soul will keep,
If the reaper come for me I put a hole in my sheets,
Every time I go to sleep I sleep holdin my heat,
If these upcoming rappers die before I wake,
The industry will be mine and I get all this cake
[chorus:]
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then [? ]
Take his fate off the face of his cranium
Take a taste of your flesh,
I break the plate in ya flesh,
I hope you takin ya breath,
Cause this is faces of death,
I left the flesh molded,
Cause I'm the best and all the rest know it,
I'm papoose, the life or death poet,
I take the grace from him,
Break his fate when I'm blazin him,
Place him straight in the grave and then
Take Comprehension, Cause I'm Presentin' A Mass Invention
Its A Lesson, Undivided Attention Class In Session
Take Comprhension, Cause I'm Presentin' A Mass Invention
It's A Lesson Undivided Attention
I'ma About To Take Attendance, When I Call Your Name Say Present
Matter Of Fact I'ma Put This Whole Class In Detention
Cross Paths With A Legend, That Path Isn't Pleasent
I'm Asking A Question, I'm Fastly Progressing
Drop Math With Aggression, You Have Some Discretion?
You Wanna Question The Teacher While Class Is In Session?
Taught Masterful Lessons, You Ask What's The Message?
Then You Don't Respect Life Go Back To The Essence
Try To Bash My Inventions With Drastic Intentions
You Savage You Fag-Got Then That's What You Destined
We Can Clash Wit The Weapons, Blast With The Deserts
Grab Smith And Wessons, And Blast Til We Breathless
From The Past To The Present, My Rapture Was Reckless
I'm Back From The Trenches, I Clap With A Vengeance
Like Pastors And Reverends, I Grab Your Attention
Each Passed On Sentence, My Stature Is Mentioned
Paragraphs Start Assembling, Each Draft Is Relentless
My Flows Will Match Your Adrenaline
Drop 9 Mixtapes, Charades Was Perhaps Number 7
That Was The God Hour So That Track Was A Blessing
When I Drop Number 10 I'ma Craft My Profession
Get Ready, Cause The Album Is Chapter 11
Blood Is Thicker Than Water Thats An Expression
Would You Take A Blood Bath? I'm Just Asking A Question
You Should Say If Your Blood Pass Through Your Flesh And
Heal Wounds Why Won't You Take A Bath In It Bredren?
See You Watchin My Moves Like Plasma You Peasants
I Could Kill Your Career With The Tracks I'm Presenting
Capture Your Death Wish, In Half Of A Second
With The Wrath Of A Record, Like Asthma You Breathless
Take Comprehension I Presented The Last Of This
[Intro: Samuel L. Jackson in "Fresh"]
Now what kinda player am I? Am I an offensive man or a defensive man?
That's right, I'm neither. I play my opponent
If he likes to attack, I force him to defend himself
If he's a cautious man, I draw him into dangerous waters
See, you get so frustrated playing defensive positions
you make stupid moves you would never make if you were thinking
When you come here boy, check that shit at the door
[Bridge]
I'm at the top of my game, cut the check
Somebody better king me, I'm the best
Let's play a game of checkers, better yet
The game don't love nobody, let's play chess
[Chorus]
I keep forgettin' we're not in love anymore
I keep forgettin' things will never be the same again
I keep forgettin' how you made that so clear
I keep forgettin' things will never be the same again
[Verse 1]
I got street knowlege, that's why I outsmart em all
Gotta play chess in the streets, it's the art of war
Rapper get robbed, they took the jewels off your neck
You call the person who you payin' to protect
He got all your jewelery back, more or less
But now you owe him more, you in debt
Guess who got you robbed
Why don't you take a wild guess
The person you pay to protect you, he playin' chess
Oil price high, buildings fall, government stressed
They need somebody to blame for all this mess
capture Sadam but ain't captured Bin Laden yet
That's cause he doesn't exist, they playin' chess
A DJ, he helps artists progress
But as soon as they get in position, they forget
So now he got his own artists on the set
They risin' straight to the top, they playin' chess
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Life is like a game of chess, get it straight
You cheated on your wife, called it a mistake
I told her I hate to see a heart break
You feelin' bad, lemme take you on a date
I just took your queen right in front of your face
Now it's easy to get to the king, checkmate
One man's pain is another man's pleasure
He treat you like trash, I could treat you way better
'Cause one man's trash is another man's treasure
This is chess not checkers, chess not checkers
She don't love you no more, eat dinner out the fridge
+When a woman's fed up+, you see the difference kid
You try to deny it but you admit what you did
She know you better than yourself, there it is
Females are intelligent, that's the wisdom kid
They're built from the top down like a pyramid
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Life is like a game of chess, get it straight
I made my first hit record, checkmate
I'ma do numbers on my release date
Here's another hit record, checkmate
You sold millions of records, but what's next?
You need a couple of bombs from funk flex
A diss record'll make everybody upset
But that'll make you hot, you playin' chess
Used to be an artist, but now you an exec
You signed a buncha wack artists at your desk
You make sure they wack so you can sound fresh
I guess they just your pawns, you playin' chess
Record labels, y'all signing acts right and left
He pop bottles and celebrate his success
Y'all put him on the shelf but told him he was next
He just a tax write-off, yall playin' chess
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
[Papoose]
I got my rooks on the chessboard, uh
I got my knights on the chessboard, uh
I got my bishops on the chessboard
[DJ Kay Slay:]
DJ Kay Slay, the Drama King
I'm in the building with' my nigga Papoose
And all y'all rap niggaz know you can't fuck around
[Talking:]
All you hear all day
Papoose this, Papoose that
Who is this guy man?
Who is Papoose?
[Hook:]
His presence alone is a threat to these rap groups
This cat's loose, yo what the fuck is a papoose?
I heard his street soldiers is wild and clap troops
This cat's loose, yo what the fuck is a papoose?
I heard him on a mixtape tearin' the track loose
What the fuck is a papoose?
[Papoose:]
I'm the number one rapper ready for challengers
Who the fuck calculated your algebra?
My ineffiecient, unfascinated ambassadors
I'm the first king, them faggots dated your calendar
Rappin' since my forefather ejaculated in Africa
Way ahead of headline, agentators and characters
Heads like yours get decapitated in anarca
Prison's uncaptivated the wilder 'cause
Guns run in my family, even got gats related to silencers
Cop chasers assasinatin' my stanima
Load guns like computers so I activated my caliber
Killers walk around dirty, when the gun blast
I'll give 'em lead showers, make 'em take a bloodbath
To blow trial, 1-8-7 is thug math
Real thugs laugh and hawk spit in the judge' glass
In jail CO's walk around like zookeepers
My niggaz been to the board more than a schoolteacher
Broke the court's law, I threw a brick off the fourth floor
Outweighed cops, I'm harcore, they softcore
Four walls, my gun-game is raw dog
While y'all shootin' videos I'm shootin'.44's
Life achiever, lifetime life achiever
And I use flames from hell to ignite my cheeba
It's never been nothin' pretty when I light this heater
If God don't like ugly, I don't like him neither
Niggaz quick to flip, claimin' they run with' a killer click
They be flippin' scripts, callin' police and givin' tips
Click the fifth when the last nigga snitched [click-click]
You would've thought he swallowed semen
The way I had him shittin' bricks
Judges want to sit on they butts and rule other brothers
So I show the butt of my gun and more cops suffer
My platoon rocks suckers, you dudes cop lovers
In your boombox, whose rock, Boondocks knuckles
East, West, niggaz know me when I'm holdin' the mic
Got them down south niggaz sayin' "Wodie you nice! "
Time's apployal, a prophet could define tommorrow
Knowledge is food for thought so I wisely swallow
Never say never mind, so respect the mind that got you
Forever clever mind, so the nevermind we bobble
Is it me or nowadays everybody macho
New Jack hustlers, niggaz called Pabey Pancho
But we're strong, I've been coppin' so long
We on a first name basis, so now I call Pabey, Pablo
And I don't leave leads for F.B.I. to follow
41 shot's, leave me like that guy Dialo
Say bullets don't got a name but I sign these hollows
Y'all niggaz is suicide, we homo (homocide)
Keep a Y.G. model, if I get put in a coma don't supply me sorrow
Pour hennessey in my I.V. bottle
'Cause I represent everything in existence trying to grow
[DJ Kay Slay:]
Yo what the fuck is a papoose?
[Papoose:]
I don't know
[Hook]
[DJ Kay Slay:]
I bet you motherfuckers know
What the fuck a papoose is now!
If I made a title that offend the whole industry
Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll
Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
If I said I was retiring but never left
Woulda ya'll all show me love when I come back?
If I ran the streets for the past two years
Would you respect me or would you say fuck pap?
Yo where my thugs at?
Cock ya guns back
My headphones ain't loud, yo turn up the track
Ok bump that
Homie I run rap
I add on to the game, you niggas subtract
Yo where my bloods at?
Throw it up, blat
Yo where my cause' at?
He cut you, cut em back
They said they tough cats
But they some rugrats
I drop em off on the block, and make them pump packs
Owe me a couple stacks
He tried to duck pap
I sent a shot at his ass
And told him duck that
[x2:]
Ayo bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
It's a new era
Your heart pumpin in fear
2007 the god number is here
The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin
If my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin
Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
I'm a rap rebel
Clap with' black metal
Look into my eyes, realize what pap symbol
Lies but wise got pride is that visual
Nah I don't slap high five with you
Hot side guys
It's not my vibe
You just not my size
I cock my 9
Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
I cock pistols back and clap missles
Black it's that simple
[x2:]
Bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
This a new era
Your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number is here
Hate when the cops keep printin me each of them bums
Bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb
I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
Them new fingerprinting machines in the precent is dumb
Through the speakers I come
With the weed in my lungs
You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
They scheming on you
And you scheming on them
Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one
Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?
He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun
But he lying he just lookin for a reason to run
Ever catch you on the block?
I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums
Why would I start eating with them and they starvin
Might as well say I'm feeding these bums
I don't like them niggas
I be talking greasy to them
They say pap a slick talker
That boy got grease on his tongue
I'm the real beast from the east I'm not done
The most official spitting the swift musician
That's if you listen
It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision
Cause my intuition end a vision
It's benefiting all my men and women
Who doin' bids in a mental prison
But if you wishing to get the griping and since you tripin
We gon blast till it's the end of class
With quick collision
Cut you from ear to ear
Give incisions
Eat your food like it's nutrition
[? ]
I can give you wisdom
Cause it's tradition
But if you dissing
I can switch positions
Put missles in em with quick persision
I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim
I grip the lemon
Squeeze hit em my enemies
Rip em with venom in em
[VERSE 1: Papoose]
My lyrical tendency's equivalent to a critical felony
Precise behind bars like a criminal's penalty
Pinnacle definitely, hold so much jewels in my miracle memory
It's like I'm a physical treasury
Deep into weaponry, psychotic niggas who envy me
Wanna be nuts, so I bust nuts like my genitals sexually
Punished in my mother's stomach by swimmin through Hennessy
I was born with a difficult destiny, not your typical mentally
Givin my vision through treacheries
Syllable therapy, invincible visual energy
No artist identity resemble me, I flow like a mineral chemically
Cause I flow with a chemical chemistry
I can flow like the river through Tennessee
The mystical seventh sea, or currency at the Senegal embassy
At birth although it's umbilical regulary
They cut a mic chord and disconnected me
Leaders political threaten me for what I write in my lyrical melody
While others broke laws, I broke lyrical legacies
Flip forever, live for infinite, respect the P
It's Papoose, I conquered this caliber, next degree
[VERSE 2: AZ]
Did it all, with it all, want all, hit it all
Saw it all, now it's time to skid on and get it all
Lit it all, from the worsest to the nicest smoke
Skated out when the drought rose the price of coke
Life's a joke, your closest man'll slice your throat
For this pie, is it the high that you like the most?
Corrupt money though through the eyes it seems legit
For this green fuck them niggas that you team up with
I dance around with y'all, slap pounds with y'all
Then get y'all, so quick won't even know what hit y'all
Cock biddack, relaxed in a drop 'Liddac
Two seater, me and my meter cause we rocks like thiddat
It's hot like thiddat on them blocks with the giddats
Fuck thiddat, never get knocked where you shit at
Tit for tiddat you got guns so watch where you spit at
Learn the fiddacts, respect the round table that you sit at
This I'm ill at, the hustle and the bustlin
Street-tusslin, thuggin and the musclin
In house learned the routes and just adjusted in
Won't stop till the whole team is touchin ten
So who you roll with, puff weed with and load clips
Go to war with, kill up shit for no chips
Frontline shit, get money, do crime with
Front and shine with, freak off and fuck dimes with
Huh?
[VERSE 3: Kool G Rap]
Aiyo, due to light and the thunder
You was under the seventh wonder, son your life's a blunder
Doomed, there soon will be nowhere to run to
But out of limits, this whole planet could be finished, diminished
Lose all of his tennants, takin all life that would dent it
Major destruction, tearin down every man construction
Volcanic eruption, lava leadin to human reduction
Life's grimmer for every livin mortal sinner
Chances are gettin slimmer when air in the atmosphere is gettin thinner
The five elements will expire
( ? ) earth, first water then when it will flame it will fire
Your hopes get higher, eyes witness the bright Messiah
Thought he'd fly you to God's empire but delivered you to hell's fire
Earthquakes and shakes, overflooded lakes, the dams breaks
To suffocate whatever's on the landscape
People hurtin, gettin bitten by Satan's serpents
Steadin insertin lies in they third eye to make em servants
Physical's over, you see more pain and reignin over
Souls that's clean and sober shine like supernovas off Jehova
Mountains crumble causin mankind to stumble
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
It's a time for martyrs now, as the rap game that's in a crisis
Record sales continue to decline, record labels are mergin
And cats got confused on what's real hip hop
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live spitters in the game of rap!
All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack!
Where my lyricists at? ! Where my lyricists at? !
Where the fuck you niggas at? ! Where the lyricists at? !
[Verse 1: Big Lou]
I could carry the weight of Pun, ressurect Big L's lungs
And jack every single beat that Jam-Master Jay spun
I'm the lyrical son of Rakim, the jab of Bernard Hopkins
The voice of B.I.G. and Pac overlooked by Johnnie Coch-aran
The KRS-One doctrine, the monster in these niggas
That be posterin I'm robbin 'em in a whip they girlfriend drivin 'em
I'm butter without the margarine, the crack without the sizzle
The rain without the drizzle, the hammer without the chizle
The baller without the dribble, the scribble Scrabble, the Writer's Block
I bibble babble have the spit and flip the rip the chain that shackles
Had to fight and grapple and tackle the Rotten Apple
I traveled from Camden and met the Drama King at the tabernacle
Gave me the juice like a Snapple, ran with it like the Olympics
Encrypted my signature on templets for the cake like Krimpets
Move Atlantis, I Am Legend, knock a Troy to Armageddon
Lyrical prophet the hip hop heavens, raised by Latin Florida Evans
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live spitters in the game of rap!
All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack!
Where my lyricists at? ! Where my lyricists at? !
Where the fuck you niggas at? ! Where the lyricists at? !
[Verse 2: Papoose]
No lyrical content just typical nonsense
My mental too complexed to listen to garbage
Every lyric I palm breast he grippin a large tek
And killin you God bless that shit is too far fetched
Givin you are a threat then live it don't talk mess
Niggas in projects ain't feelin you more or less
This hittin your heart yes you miserable or stressed
Get rid of you y'all sets, finish your squad next
Pitiful process with spirits that's part flesh
We rip through your small chest with critical objects
Nigga you waan test the general confess
I'll injure you frauds best in criminal contest
No killa you harmless my birth involves death
Umbilical cords wrecked my little unborn neck
Before I get all dressed in greens and oppress
And walk through the yards vexed I rather graveyard rest
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live spitters in the game of rap!
All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack!
Where my lyricists at? ! Where my lyricists at? !
Where the fuck you niggas at? ! Where the lyricists at? ! RAH!
[Verse 3: Papoose]
Totalos tiempo [? ]
Contiene mal aliento I'll kill you tomorrow
Playin with Papoose like I ain; t the rap truth
I'll kill 'em in that booth you doubt it go ask booth
Slay gave me the dice, I hit 'em with the deuce
They started laughin but man this the deuce that killed Bruce
[Verse 4: Big Lou]
The most original, lyrical criminal, leave you in critical
Torture and ridicule these pitiful rappers, I'm cynical
With the flow that's enormous, my swagger and stage performance
The corners I sold to foreigners, they zoners tryin to extort us
The coca I dropped in waters, supporters I'm crossin borders
Papa blessin me with orders, I never move like the tortoise
I rather move like the Testarossa, eat like I'm in Ponderosa
2008 Keyser Sosa, I'm shittin on all these chokers
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got the real live spitters in the game of rap!
All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack!
Where my lyricists at? ! Where my lyricists at? !
[Intro]
East Coast pop a bottle wit y'all
West Coast pop a bottle wit y'all
To all the dead beat dads you should find you a job
Your child is the only person that could promise tomorrow
[Bridge]
I could do what I wanna do, why can't I?
Let a thug get rich, how can I?
I'm watching all of you rappers, don't you realize?
Let's play a game of sharades, who am I?
[Chorus]
There have been times in my life
I've been wondering why
Still somehow I believe we all will survive
[Verse 1]
Gimme the keys to Shyne Po handcuffs
Gimme the keys to Lil' Kim handcuffs
Gimme the keys to C-Murder handcuffs
So I could tighten 'em and let the cell slam shut
Gangsta rapper, it's time to man up
'Fore I tighten your handcuffs
Cause they all make songs about killing eachother
When I bring 'em in for questioning they all squeal on eachother
You stick a needle deep in your skin and carve it wit ink
You call it tattoo, I call it the mark of the beast
We identify criminals who rob on the streets
By scars or tattoos don't you bother to think?
They blame me for Biggie murder, but the case died out
So now that's for me to know and for you to find out
I got the industry on lock and key
Who am I?
I'm the hip-hop police
[Bridge]
I could do what I wanna do, why can't I?
Let a thug get rich, how can I?
I'm watching all of you rappers, don't you realize?
Let's play a game of sharades, who am I?
[Chorus]
There have been times in my life
I've been wondering why
Still somehow I believe we all will survive
[Verse 2]
Gimme the keys to Beanie Sigel handcuffs
Gimme the keys to Irv Gotti handcuffs
Gimme the keys to Snoop Dogg handcuffs
He got acquitted, he lucked up
They makin' more money than me, damn rap stars
Pull Jigga over maybe there's a gun in his car
Took a sexy young lady wit a push-up bra
Got her to frame Mystikal, he ain't rape that broad
Made an example out of Kim, Chi Ali and Shyne
Tony Yayo on parole, he owe me some time
Take the gangsta out of rap, that's said to deceive you
What I'm trying to do is make hip-hop illegal
They blame me for Pac murder, but the case died out
So now that's for me to know and for you to find out
I got the industry on lock and key
Who am I?
I'm the hip-hop police
[Bridge]
I could do what I wanna do, why can't I?
Let a thug get rich, how can I?
I'm watching all of you rappers, don't you realize?
Let's play a game of sharades, who am I?
[Chorus]
There have been times in my life
I've been wondering why
Still somehow I believe we all will survive
[Verse 3]
Can you recognize a cop when his clothes is plain?
You gotta identify him it's like a game of sharades
Take a loan from a bank, I'm borrowing money
I take a loan from my homey's, I'm laundering money
Called the narcotic cops when I sold my dimes
Called the gun boys on me when I toted my nine
Now I hold a microphone is you out of your mind?
Hip-hop police is hip-hop a crime?
Freedom of speech y'all think so evil
Rather give freedom to my speech than give freedom to my people
Instead of watching us you should of watched Ground Zero
Schwarzenegger killing in movies but he a hero
To all of the rappers we gotta stay in cognito
To do it our way like Carlito
Cause they want us thinking their way
If everybody lived their life the same way
We'd all meet our makers the same day
[Bridge]
I could do what I wanna do, why can't I?
Let a thug get rich, how can I?
I'm watching all of you rappers, don't you realize?
Let's play a game of sharades, who am I?
[Chorus]
There have been times in my life
I've been wondering why
[Papoose Talking:]
This track is crazy man, salute to The Game
Aiyyo game that nigga you was tellin' me about from California
I'mma handle him in the flesh
Salute to Jim Jones, salute to Juelz Santana
Everybody who embraced me man, it take real
To recognize real
DJ Enuff, Sunny, Clue, Green Latern
I'mma this one for y'all man
Check it
[Verse 1:]
The big homie met a lot rappers and artists who could sing
But he chose Papoose cause he had a [dream]
Now the name of my album is the Nacirema [Dream]
Straight into rotation monopoly's the theme
I wrote Monopoly to show the people my mind's great
We gon rise like the crime rate
United States is not 52 states, I'mma tell you just why it ain't
It's 53 states if you count my mindstate
The mirror ain't show me 2005 face
I'm just gettin' started, I wrote these rhymes in 9-8
Straight tru is drugs that make me hateful
You don't understand what they put my mindstate through
I wanna smoke witch'ya lame crew
Cause sometimes when I blaze a L it make me wanna blaze you
Hennessy's an enemy when I drink it straight through
Probably shake you
I taste blood when I taste brew
Snakes prey on rats from the streets to the state zoo
That mean you a rat if you let a snake, snake you
Turn ya back and I'mma have to lace you
But don't call me a backstabber, I'll stab you in your face too
It just stopped raining, so the weather is kinda damp
We tryin' ta make a couple links, me and my camp
Police wanna rush us so they drive by and glance
Every fiend I've seen, I licked him like a stamp
The mother weight sellers givin' work in advance
But it's garbage so you gettin' jerked in advance
Now in the first you gotta reimburse grants
Say Pap comin', they murk in advance
They leave like a tree when I come, none of them herbs gotta chance
Cause they know I keep birds on me like a branch
They hatin' but we ride right up on ‘em like a ramp
They run like it's ants in they pants
These rappers always sayin' they the champ
Until you pull out the 4-4 and sit it on his chest like a lamp
Real gangbangers is what they is for life
Why they fake niggaz switch they stripes
Yesterday you was a blood but you flip tonight
You like that shit that killed Superman, cause you a +krip-tonite,+
Road rage, niggaz be gettin me that fanned
When drivers cut me off I wanna clap land
So nigga was drivin' that new cadillac grand
He cut me off then black-fled
I pulled up on him with the screwface that nigga dropped his fat hand
Cause I +screw+ +drivers+ like +Phillips+ and +flathead+
I don't drop pills but the haze on me
You like an empty gas tank, you on E
Challenge me for some bread, you can't afford me
Get crossed out, you crossed me
Let's do it on +the Drama Hour+, but don't start yellin'
A lot of you yellow belly ass niggaz is yellow like lemons
When I spit off ya melon
Slay gon say 1-800-223-9797
Lousy slouch, yeah by the thous we count
But my money long enough to buy route these out
Go get ya clout renounced
A drunk person speak with a sober mind, so why pounce an ouki out
Lot of people counted me out
So if you got your +Thug-A-Cation+ identification have ya ID's out
All these loud mouth rappers tryin' to drown me out
I hear him mumbling I doubt if he can knock me out
Listen if he doubt he doubt
Let him keep actin' like a boxer, I'mma knock his mouthpiece out
This is for all of y'all who don't wanna recognize real
You makin' me stronger because I exercise skills
The eyes never lie, the naked eye's real
That's why it take real to recognize real
[Talking:]
Papoose, Thug-A-Cation
Let's go man
Most versatile
Most ambitious
[Chorus:]
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
So ya'll better hide out
Cause yea I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You better hide out if you don't wanna ride out
This is the location to the death death
I swear I rep Brooklyn for life life life
If you wanna ride ride with me me me
Cause yea I'm a ride out tonight night night
[Verse 1:]
I got my hand on my rach and my homie got blasted
I ain't been the same since I seen him in the casket
My kids gettin older heart gettin colder
I'm beefin with the court I just lost another soldier
Gave him advice but aya[? ] seen the light
Cause aya thinkin twice and he said man u waz right
Now he payin the price send a k to the kites
Cause he's facin the fight gave him 18 to life
I gotta get him a pill be callin me the bill
But I'm in the battlefield with my hand on my steel
I gotta pay the bills you never had the willpower
Never seen the ville' up the hill or down the hill
My family need a mill they tellin me to chill
I got voices in my head they tellin me to kill
If that's how you feel then the fact is revealed
That you cats wasn't real clik clak wats da deal?
[Chorus:]
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
So ya'll better hide out
Cause yea I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You better hide out if you don't wanna ride out
This is the location to the death death
I swear I rep Brooklyn for life life life
If you wanna ride ride with me me me
Cause yea I'm a ride out tonight night night
[Verse 2:]
You give a man a good job he'll stay on that shit
But when the job get hard the coward go and quit
Ev'rybody show you love when they thinkin you rich
But you can see their true colors when the smoke get thick
You lookin for loyalty won't find it in a click
Before you find it in a nigga you'll find it in a bitch
That's why I'm bout to tie the knot I prophesize alot
Before I walk up in the crib I drive her round da block
I'm tired of excuses alot of them use it
That's why they be losin I find them confusin
Sour the movement ride just to use it
And hi when it's movin you guys need improvement
I kno the rules I got wire on them fools
You just hide in the booth analyze and throw your moves
Since you lied on the crew and denied what was true
You what I'm gon do
I'm gon ride on you you you
[Chorus:]
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
So ya'll better hide out
Cause yea I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You better hide out if you don't wanna ride out
This is the location to the death death
I swear I rep Brooklyn for life life life
If you wanna ride ride with me me me
Cause yea I'm a ride out tonight night night
[Verse 3:]
I was raised in da dirt and I drank for the thirst
Since the day of my birth when I lay by the nurse
For the game reimburse I got paid on the first
And I gave momma first put some change in her purse
And she gave me a smirk that's what made me convert
Put my brain in reverse but I'm crazy alert
Sometimes I say it in a verse explain it with a curse
Cause it's pain and it hurts and my days gettin worse
Grip the gage in a burst but I hate it when it jerk
Bloodstain on my shirt throw some lame out a merk
I'm a stay put in work until I'm laid in a church
Drove away in a Herse then placed in the earth
Cause u kno I'm a ride out and you got the dry mouth
Cause you'z a dry snitch die bitch I'm a wild out
You playin hide n go seek when you hide in your hideout
But this is grown man shit and you can't call timeout
[Chorus:]
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
So ya'll better hide out
Cause yea I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You kno I'm a ride out
You better hide out if you don't wanna ride out
This is the location to the death death
I swear I rep Brooklyn for life life life
If you wanna ride ride with me me me
PAPOOSE! Im here with the hip-hop legend, Premier
Premo I got you
Check me out now, behold lyricism
Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
I'm limitless, envision this is genesis
I'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritless
Welcome to the revelations of a lyricist
Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
I'm limitless envision this is genesis
Ima rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritless
The revelations of a lyricist
I CAN'T BREATHE!
I got the smell of death in my nose
Blood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothes
The best kept secret, thought that I would never be told
Sit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flows
Cuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzilla
When its time to sing songs, I'm king kong
when its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS black
Motherfucker I'm a monster
You wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsor
Take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas
Collect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobsta
Walk through this concrete jungle like I was Kontra
Like dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta)
Hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barber
Come through and put in that work with the revolver
You wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfer
I dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the author
Wrote the period, the question mark, and the comma
Wrote the first, second, and the third part of the saga
Yeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go harder
Yesterday, the day before, today and tomorrow
I blood sweat and tears, shit piss and saliva
Bought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walker
Shine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollar
No drama
When I see you I say thats my son
Not cause you my man, cause I'm ur father
Got a lot of verses, more hooks than Tarver
Underground king like Arthur
You find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bother
And your customer chose me cause mines is harder
Next time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed ya
Your sale (cell) dead like you need a charger
Daily departa, I'm known to bang that tool
Papoose, you aint never heard a name that cool
Spittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rule
Somebody with no bars musta made that rule
The industry owe me a lot, this a payback move
Ride the track like a Maybach, smooth
They say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun right
You goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype
They guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight
Cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice
What would you do if they had a plot for your life
And all you really had was a glock and one mic
Papoose, walk through they blocks with them ice
Go to they pizza shop, and stop for one slice
Get some garlic on the top and one sprite
Now thats enough time to pop if you want right?
But if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice
Cuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knife
They mad cause I got more checks than air nikes
If I want it, I cops it on site
When it comes to spending money I stop at no price
I take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dice
That four powerful enough to drop both y'all
Had a whole block flooded with the high most squad
I could see straight through you like a hydro jaw
My gun bust like I aint got no car
A lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhyme
When I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhyme
When I'm sexing my chick I see a rhyme
And weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhyme
Why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme
I got enough bars to give you a three to nine
The supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricist
Deliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquist
With splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis
I want everybody to pay real close attention, don't get it twisted,
No man can murder Papoose, and I'm a show it,
I trade places with dead poets,
I never disrespect the dead, I'm keepin' them livin',
'cause when all of them died, they took apart of me with them,
You can't murder me, 6 millions way to die,
You can't murder me, but I ain't afraid know why,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already took a fall,
They shot the side of his car, my name Biggie Smalls,
Listen duke, throwin' rappers off a roof,
Bullet proof, disappearin' with my troops,
In a tinted out lex coup, read my lips I'll finish you,
Metaphorically I'm too lyrical,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already took shots,
They killed him in Las Vegas, my name Tupac,
I ain't a killah but don't trip,
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin rich,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already faced his death,
A tricknologist killed him, my name Malcolm X,
A eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
Honor before money, loyal till you salute,
Take mines I'll take yours, revenge is a must,
We ain't land on the hood, the hood landed on us,
I never disrespect the dead, I'm keepin' them livin',
'cause when all of them died, they took apart of me with them,
You can't murder me, 6 millions way to die,
You can't murder me, but I ain't afraid know why,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already dead you dumb,
He went back to the essence, my name Big Pun,
I grip the fifth, and I'm slippin' the clip,
And I'm hittin' the strip, with the triggas I'm clickin' it,
I'm splittin' yo wig with it,
How you gon' kill Papoose, the angels took him in the sky,
He lost his life in queens, my name Freaky Ty,
The life styles of the thugs n' the gangstas,
Some die like a g, some die wankstas,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already seen a casket,
He passed away, my name 'Ol Dirty Bastard,
Shame on a nigga who try to get a name on a nigga,
Buck wild with the trigga,
And how you gon' try to Kill Papoose, he died before he excel,
Lost his life tragically, my name Big L,
Listen spark up the backwood, n' pass the crys',
Make it quick money grip, or yo ass is his',
I never disrespect the dead, I'm keepin' them livin',
'cause when all of them died, they took apart of me with them,
You can't murder me, 6 millions way to die,
You can't murder me, but I ain't afraid know why,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already passed away,
He died in queens, my name Jam Master Jay,
Peter piper picked peppers, but Pap rapped rhymes,
Y'all cock blockin', I cock nines,
Tell me how you gon' kill Papoose, he already dead you stupid,
He died as a black panther, my name Huey Newton,
We got the constitution the rights to bare arms,
Ya'll wear clothes, we wear chromes,
Tell me how you gon' kill Papoose, he died with a lot of skills,
He lost his life in Brooklyn, my name Half a Mil,
Some nigga's blood, is some nigga's crip,
Some nigga's bid, is some nigga's a snitch,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already dead so stop,
He died back in the days, my name Scott La Rock,
I'm criminal minded, you been lyin',
Talkin' bout your jewels you iceless,
How you gon' kill Papoose, he already dead my friend,
He lost his life tragically, my name Soldier Slim,
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me,
Bloods keep bangin' for me, crips keep loc'in for me,
One in a million like Aaliyah, Ray Charles, open ya eyes,
Try to see me you chasin' waterfalls like Left Eye,
You can't kill Papoose, when you spit the same shit,
You switch n slang quick, I'm Rick James bitch,
I never disrespect the dead, I'm keepin' them livin',
'cause when all of them died, they took apart of me with them,
You can't murder me, 6 millions way to die,
You can't murder me, but I ain't afraid know why,
Dogga dogga dogga doggacation
Hip Hop Game (Papoose, Papoose)
Ehj yow I'm loved by few
Hated by many
Respected by all
Still rulin this city
Man I'm loved by few
Hated by many
Respected by all
Pop a bottle uf Henny
If You loved by few
Hated by many
Respected by all
Still crippin this seamy
Man I'm loved by few
Hated by many
Respected by all
Y'all can't fuck with me
Ain't nothin changed, same shit, thangs still poppin
'08 drivin, lane switch, big things cockin
Ok darlin, the chain switch dave bling coppin
Ok pardon, the frame switch ain't hater blockin
My reign ain't stopping, your mayne ain't jiving
My name ain't cochrane, but I'm the law librarian the K.J the option
Know it's me when I come to the spot, the way I knock
Open up give me the money I leave the block
Last time I came this nigga had my mind boggled
Had me waiting kept saying I got you
I knocked on the door he said who, open the door before I pop you
Why you keep saying who, what the fuck is you an owl
Straight to their connect I don't get the hassle
I cut the middle man out now man I'm skipping past you
You from the bottom got the top dogs getting at you
How the fuck you gon let the nigga in the middle gas you
My connect wasn't a G, but he get the crack through
I make a pound he make a pound, the shit was natural
It's hard to see a nigga make the same nickel as you
When you know the nigga don't keep it official as you!
Cause if the knuckles can't touch you then the pistol blast you
Watch where you walking when you talking be a little careful
Either one way or another man I'm getting at you
I do it rikers island style send a missile at you
I can't take it no more from these faggets I'm tired
They can't deal with the truth so they rather deny it
See a lot of niggas playing around laughing and lying
But everthing change when that automatic get fired
Hearing everybody talking bout they clappin they iron
Till them gun boys search em for that rachet and find it
Before they take it to trial for a ratchet and fight it
These niggas is wearing wires yo they rather be wired
When the grand jury say one of these bastards indicted
You see your man turn to a bitch, sad to get sighted
Even know my neighborhood is hot as africas climate
I stand for loyalty and? clap is your highness
Listen I dare any one of you faggets to try us
Me and my click get it poppin like the attica riots
Industry full of frauds they fraudulent I was born in this
Beats in the base gave birth to the son of song in this!
Abandoned, left me lost in this forced orphanage
Adopted by the real hiphop, so I was fortunate
Everytime I flow I grow I'm getting taller quick
Bigger balls, longer dick, stronger hand with a harder hit
When I'm done recording this I'm a be even taller bitch
Growing to enormousness, this is the metamorphosis
So I move strategic when I be up in them offices
Hard worker but I'm the boss of this
Live the wild life pal, run up on you with the pound like blow
My niggas bloodthirsty they waiting around like hounds
Cause we make the niggas who you try to sound like bow
Catch you on the inside or gun you down in the town
Better stand up and eat, had the crowd like wow
I'm a touch him as soon as he sit down at chows
All you rap niggas sound like clowns
Cause when I rapper get hot they can't stop it.
Billboard chart straight to the top kid
I don't kno maybe I'm a profit
But damn r.I.p to johnny cockren
You give me strength when I'm facing the world
That's why I buy the best diamond and your favorite pearls
If it was mine I woulda gave you the world
I'm dedicating this one to my favorite girl
You are my girl,
You don't like it when I call you that
You say no I'm your wife I'm not yo girl pap
You are my girl,
You don't like it when I call you that
You say no I'm your wife I'm not yo girl pap
Every other day you see me in the news paper
Every other day you see my face on the news
I didn't come in this game to cause controversy
They don't understand me; the world is confused
I was raised in bed-stuy so I gotta stand up for my women
I'm a stand up guy and the ceos is not to smart
I would need her hand cuff key when I got the key to ya heart
You had no father so you want me to replace him
Told my daughters the same that I must educate them
I'm only papoose girl I gotta save him
They killed sean bell they exonerated them
Black on black crime they get us convicted
When it's white against black they get them acquitted
If I could talk to the judge I'll let her know
I wish she can lock me up and let you go
My baby girl
You are my girl
Always sittin on daddy lap
You say daddy in yo daughter why you call me that
You are my girl
Always sittin on daddy lap
You say daddy in yo daughter why you call me that
Mamas baby and papas maybe
That sound kinda crazy
She cried when her moms tried to put her in the bed
She wanted daddy to put her
Cause daddy understood her
She cried when her moms tried to push her in the stroller
She wanted daddy to push her
Ain't wanted to go to skoo unless daddy took her
Girl stop teasin yo brother cause he eat his buggers
Come over here and give daddy some sugar
I discipline her cause it makes her smarter
Left some money in the bank for ya
You'll be rich tomorrow
Take her to the beauty parlor and my son to the barber
Teach them how to play something
Besides cops and robbers
You grow up lifes gonna be harder
Only marry yo boyfriend if he's a better man then yo father
My sons gonna be stronger
Boys stay attached to there mother
Girls attached to they father
My baby girl
You are my girl
You don't like it when I call you that
You say no I'm yo mother I'm not yo girl pap
My baby girl
You are my girl
You don't like it when I call you that
You say no I'm yo mother I'm not yo girl pap
If I forget about my mother
She will whoop my ass
That's why I had to save the best for last
Everything I wanted under the Christmas tree
With out you they wouldn't be no me
I use to tell I wanted to be a rapper
She told me you can do it
My momma she pretty as Cleopatra
And man I hate liars they deserve to suffer
They so quick to say a word to they mother
My man O lost his moms he took it like a man
Darrell lost his moms and he took it like I man
Slay lost his grand mother and her took it like a man
That's a part of life I don't understand
Call me a mommas boy no a mommas man
I couldn't even keep a steady hand
God forbid I guess you more man then me nigga
The day I lose my moms I'm goin with her
My baby girl
You give me strength when I'm facing the world
That's why I buy the best diamonds and yo favorite peals
If it was mine I would gave you the world
That's why in dedicating this one to my favorite girl
This song is dedicated to all the females in my life
With out them there would be no us
The mothers the aunts the sisters the grandmothers
The wives but last but not least the daughters
You gotta take care of them
You don't like it when I call you that
You say no
I'm yo mother I'm not yo girl pap
You are my gil
You don't like it when I call you that
Papoose Street Sweeper Ent.
This Is Mixtape Murder I Say Some Of The Illest Shit They Herd Off!
They Betta Off Going To Get They Burner!
This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder!
This Is Mixtape Murder,Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!!
-Its Street-Sweeper To The Death On You Bastards
When I Die Put A Street-Sweeper In My Casket And Close It
Just Let Me Lay There With The Rachet..Yeah
Dust To Dust & Ashes To Ashes...So The Snake Who Killed Me
Could Walk In Acting -By The Grace Of God I'm Jump Up Blasting
Acting Like You Build You's A Fucked Up `hasbeen I Dress With A Gun Tuck Fashion..
!I'm A Monster Son Of Raw!
-I Spit Americas Most Wanted Bars My Will-Power Got More
Will Than 100cars I'm Show This Niggas How To Deal Just Cuase Of Cards You's A Cock-Sucking Brawd Look..
You Got Something You Wanna Get Off Your Chest
Besides Your Fucking Bra? Stop Throwing Hits
Throw Shots Confront It `poau
I Dont Got Drama With None Of Ya'll But I Hope You Niggas Kill Each Other I Dont Like Neither One Of Ya'll!!!
-You Could Go Try Get Who Ever You Want Invole Tell`em Im A Problem That They Can't Fucking Solve,Acting Like You Really Thuging Hard
And Buckin Cons He Thuging Becuase Of Ya'll They Put The Battery In Ya Back Now You Think You A Fucking Star...
!Hit You In Your Back And Blow The Battery Outta Ya Stomach`poau!
Who Died?-Left Them In Charge.
Carry So Many Hoods On My Shoulders I Need Somebody To Give Me A Massage.
-Selling Jars Of Weed? If He Pull Out Another Jar.. Fuck Huging The Block.."Ama Have Him Huging God!" Cross Me Your Heart To Wont Live To Beat Another Throbe My Gun Got Fired So Much It Need Another Job
I Told You In Alphabetical Slaughter I Was'nt Large My Whole Borough Be Buckin Cons Yo Cant Walk Tru Coney Island Bumping Niggas You Buggin `poau You Aint Just Brushing Pass Niggas You Bumping Hard
Next Time You Make Sure You Know Who You Bumping `poau Most Of My Coney Island Niggas Will Leave You Slumpt On A Bucket Cars...
Stop Saying You Wont Get A Nigga Who Front & Rob I Dont Care If You Wont I Wood(Would) Like A Lumber Yard!
-Evertime You See The Entourage We Come To Rob
-Charged With Aborah
-Reguardless Cuase Its Hard
-Hit Harder Than Bernard
-We Parked In Your Garage
-Your Brawds In A Manuge
-Hearts Become Enlarged
-Your Dogs Is Duck & Dodge
-Your Squadgers Running Jaw
-Arson Grand Larceny Larsen Rip Bars- Apart In Font Of Ya'll
-Compare Color,Scars
-Harlem Sold Parts Of Yonkers Way Across The Bronx & From Strait
To The Coffin Give 'em Fatal Abortion I'm Able To Off 'em Brooknam
The Puasing's Buzzing Hard Dont Cross The Reservoir Dogs See You In The
Next Morgue ..Decent Of Song..
What???
This Is Mixtape Murder I Say Some Of The Illest Shit They Herd Off!
They Betta Off Going To Get They Burner!
This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder!
This Is Mixtape Murder,Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!!
[Chorus: sample from Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong"]
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
[Verse 1: Papoose (Sample from Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong")]
I don't want your name, I don't want your number
I don't even wanna see your face motherfucker!
I don't want no friends, I don't want no haters
No enemies I just want the (Pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna listen
Don't wanna argue I just want (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't want your CD I don't want your girl
I just want the (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't wanna chill I don't want a vacation
Don't wanna play no games I don't want no PlayStation
I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna hassle
I don't wanna laugh, I don't wanna battle
I don't wanna read comments on the internet
Man I told you I want (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't want your work I don't want your connect
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
[Chorus: sample from Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong"]
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
[Verse 2: Papoose (sample from Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong")]
I don't want your constructive criticism
Keep it to yourself, I just want the (paper)
I don't want you business card
Oh my God, I just want the (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't want a handshake, I don't want a hug
Told you I want the (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't wanna hear your war stories, shut up
I just want the (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I will if I have to, but I don't wanna kill
Whatchu lookin at? I don't want a ice grill
I don't want your honesty, I don't want a liar
I don't want your e-mail, I don't want your flyer
I don't want no head - okay, I'll take some head
But I still want the... (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I don't even care if you like this song
I just want the (Pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
[Chorus: sample from Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong"]
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the paper (Uh Huh) I just-I just want the paper (Uh Huh)
I just want the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paper (Uh Huh)
[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle Hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla back
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Listen if you eightball shavin' onthe block turn 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta (Hustle Hard)
Turn 14 to 28 fast
56 to 100 grams
Now I'm on yo ass (Hustle Hard)
And I ain't stoppin' at a hundred grams
A hundred grams to a hundred grand
Let's take it back to the gutter fam
I ain't shaking none of you suckas hands
Because I'm better than you, you, him, and your other man
They need no brown when they makin' them sucka jams
But they get on the radio and turn to the gutterman
You and your R&B; boss make a good couple fam
I'm a catch you at lover's lane like Son of Sam
Got the revolver in my fuckin' hand
Automatics like that hot 97 concert summer jam
Half of my work, make samples to keep em' comin' fam
I sample 50 like I just copped a hundred grams
[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle Hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla back
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I paid for 7 this nigga tried to sell me 6
You can't jerk me I got more scales than fish
Nigga's mad cause they can't make a sell for shit
When I'm on the block I make more sales than Sprint
Gone have to bust yo gun if you bust my ballz
This nigga owe me some money tryin' to duck my callz
Follow them up the oneway street he smokin' on a loosay
He seen me and tried to bust a U-way
So I caught him on a 2-way Street and gripped on a oozay
I ain't have a sidekick but I hit em' on a 2-way
Brought 10 nigga's who thought they'd never see you breathless
Well that's somethin' that Tennessee like Memphis
Rappers be tryin' to get in where they fit in like tetris
That's why I Ieave they family 'morning' like 'breakfast'
They see other niggaz do it and then they try to follow
That's why I leave they family 'mourning' like 'alonzo'
[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle hard
Money stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla back
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I lead the rifle raw
You just went right through your final door
I invite you all
Never did like you or trifle fraud
Sick as psycho wards
Invite you on buyin' my mike recital was vinyl
Shine a light that'll blind you
My Light that'll fight for your title
Cry for psysem like michael
My life recycle is psycho da pschobanktual bible
Look in the eyez of your idle
I'm right behind you
I Lined you
I Stifled yours
You rap niggaz marked for death like Michael Moore (Hustle hard)
Yeah even my rhymes is hustle
I'm sellin' em' to your mind watch my respect double (Hustle hard)
They never used to wanna produce him or introduce him
Gettin' Text's from niggaz who rappin'
Text messages from niggaz who producin'
Now a days I get more Texas than Houston (Hustle hard)
Ha you ain't doin' no real bubblin'
You keep your end of the street stop air hustlin'
[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
[Papoose:]
I wanna have a toast
They said I'd never make it here.
But now you hear my music everywhere
Yea, We bout to be millionaires
So let's all have a toast, cheers.
To all the ladies everywhere.
You and your man been together for some years.
Love is a Battlefield but you still there. So this toast is for y'all, cheers.
I don't care if you drinkin wine or beer.
Everybody put your cups in the air.
Celebrate life if you still here.
And let's all have a toast, cheers.
You give me money and fame
And all I got to do is entertain.
My beautiful rap game. I Love You. (Love is a Battlefield).
You the watch on my wrist, the ice in my ring.
Bling Bling look at the diamonds in my chain.
My iced out jewelry. I Love You (Love is a Battlefield)
You my new desert eagle. My glock wen I aim.
All you hear is shoot em up Bang Bang
My fully loaded pistol I Love You. (Love is a Battlefield)
Work like a slave eat like a king.
We do it for the love of material things.
I'm a show this industry the definition of a buzz.
By the way that's word to everything I love.
[Chorus:]
We are strong
No one can tell us were wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing...
Love is a Battlefield
I love brand new cars I love real money
I love expensive clothes I love gettin gully
I love fitted hats love new sneakers
The latest cell phone with all the new features
I love kosher foods I love being healthy
I love a big ass house I love being wealthy
I love purple haze I love chocolate ta
I love 2 get high
You gave birth to me. Took my virginity the same
You between every females legs.
I love pussy simple and plain (Love is a Battlefield)
I love doing shows hearing the fans when they clap
And I love you back
I love having fun love a good party
Bartender crystaal 4 everybody.
[Chorus]
Y'all made a change in hip hop
Don't understand y y'all had to get shot
Damn I love biggie and pac (Love is a Battlefield)
Big Pun, Freeky tah and all of the rest
Who sacrificed life for the love of success
It's a four letter word with mass appeal
It's like we at war love is a battlefield
For the love of money we become gangsters and thugs
Jus because nobody wanna spread love
In relationships wen a individual hurtin they harm themselves for the love of another person
Love is a battlefield I'm a give you some help
Before you love anybody gotta love yourself
Work like a slave eat like a king. We do it for the love of material things.
[Intro]
To everybody in the struggle
If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'
And you still made it happen
Congratulations
Soul clap for all the independent women
Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'
Clap for the real MCs buzzin'
We the leaders of the new school
[Verse 1]
Momma's in tha kitchen cookin' that rice
Father's outside shootin' them dice
Brother's in jail, raisin' hell
Sister's on the corner sellin' fruit cocktail
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs, all you millionare dudes
Before you catch another case, limit your moves
Johnny Cochran got a brain tumor, I deliver the news
What if mother nature aborted the sky
When would we shoot our fireworks on the fourth of July?
We can't afford to live, so abortions rise
Can't afford the truth, so we told to lie
Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high
God damn, we can't even afford to die!
[Chorus]
But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord
I'll finance you a car, that's if you can't afford
I'll own the jails, the banks, and all the property
Here's a million, come on big shot, let's play Monopoly
[Verse 2]
'Cause when the rappers start grindin'
It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them
But when his album drop and he go diamond
Everybody beside him
Every real artist need a real label to sign them
Just like every good man need a good woman behind them
It ain't about havin' the baddest chick on the streets
I respect the dude Nas 'cause he married Kelis, but still
If you ain't ready, just wanna be my fiance
Than we could do it like Jay Z and Beyonce
Pardon my language, if you a real bitch
Than we could do it like Jada and Will Smith
Coincidence, where we come in to spin it at
We in tha same place that we first got rich at
They only gonna give us what they know they will get back
So when you get money, don't you ever forget that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
He got a DVD flow
They need to give me man, Smack, his own TV show
The voice of the jails, voice of the streets
Kay Slay's show should play seven days a week
We pull guns on each other, are we still peoples?
If you strapped and I'm not strapped, we still equal?
The say don't carry guns, 'cause guns real lethal
But guns don't kill people, people kill people
My cousin gotta do time, he say it ain't nuthin'
Told me, I could do the time standin' on my head, cousin
Yo Paps, stay focused, you out hear bustin'
By the time I come home, you gonna be somethin'
I wish I could do half his time for him
We go in there thuggin', he do a year, I do a year
They run and concur it, but still
It's all about havin' money and property, true
They'd rather see us doin' drugs and robberies, true
We gotta flip that into the economy, you
So my philosophy's the way of the world
Let's play Monopoly!
[Outro]
You gotta monopolize and strategize
So we can get this money
Get filthy rich
Thugacation
Street Sweapers
C'mon man
East coast, pop a bottle wit y'all
West coast, pop a bottle wit y'all
Down south, pop a bottle wit y'all
baby in the back of manhattan they see..
baby dressing casual, i give them casualty
my faculty actually stack on me get the salary,
.. i'm the .. of your majesty.
nigga sleeping hit em in front of the ..got the tricky every .. is .. next to so serious galleries
i give my .. is blast for me, . give ..your agony..like bobby
..with family you see women in back of me, we like micky and ..
in my jeans, ring a thing and see a .. cut your hair,
clean your bee, blow your brain .. dreams ..your favorite movie like that scene
..and between your
you disappear when i .. the queen and the have the ..so i can bling a ring
..give the critics hell..made in a sale
timmy is a ..so i make the women .. chippendale
got a ..feeling that you can ..feeling like ..
never give the trail hit em in the cabage
every ..walk em to sleep .. click yeah you
is a brooklyn you'll be
i come to damage panic
man i give you another sandwich, go outstanding
To The Right To The Right (Remix Re-Mix)
To The Right To The Right (Papoose Pa-Poose)
To The Right To The Right
Every Thing You Own In The Box To The Right 4 In The Mornin You Was Gone All Night Out With Ya Friends Then Why Your Jeans So Tight
Flownder Fish Scrambled Eggs And Cheese Quaker Oak Grits Pass The Butter Please Tropicana Juice Nothin You Cant Make Aunt Jemima Syrup Over My Pancakes
A Good Cook But How Much Can A Man Take Behind My Back You Make The Next Man A Plate Amoolio Goochie Louey Of All Gouche Gooche Ridas All Up In Ya Poochey Ridas All Up In Ur Fuchy Dozey Gabonna And She Cop Alota Victora Secret To Good For Prada She Get Fly But I Cant Stay With Her Behind My Back She Fly For The Next Nigga
Havin Phone Sex On Every Phone Call Ride My Dick Pedal My Balls Do The Front Thing Till The Thing Get Sore Do To The Bed To Floor When I Give It To Her Hard She Smile Soft She Frown Do It Doggy Style She Froggy Style But Do Your Thing I Aint Never Gonna Hate On You But Dont Be Actin Like Your Irreplacable
(Yea Yea Yea Yea)
[Remy Martin:]
Here It Comes Yeah (That Bitch)
Here It Comes Yeah
Here It Comes Yeah (Rem)
Here It Comes Yeah (That Nigga)
Here It Comes Yeah (Pap)
Here It Comes Yeah (Okay)
Here It Comes Yeah (You Asked For It)
[Verse 1: Remy Martin]
See I Be On Some Other Shit
Like Fuck Your Dead Motha Shit
Disrespect Ya Whole Character
Call You By Ur Government
I Dont Know What These Bitches Think You Ugly And Ya Pussy Stink
Ya Whole Flow Is Barrowed
Stole Everything But The Kitchen Sink
See You Just Mad Bitch
And You Suck Mad Dick
My Shit Is Fire I Does My Own Atlas
With No Practice
I Spits Backwords Backwords Spits
I Practice No Atlas
And Niggas Should Call You Friein Pan
Your Face Is Like A Friein Pan
And Niggas Throw There Meat In You
You Burn Em Like A Frien Pan
I Aint Liein Man
See I Dont Really Want It
I Got These Bitches Scared To Death
They Know The Album Commin
Yeap See Slate
This Is Why I Told You
I Can Not Do Mixedtapes
I Just Be Talkin Fuckin Reckless
Its Crazy
[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
And I Aint Gotta Force It
My Shit Come Natrule
You Dont Want Me On Every Mixedtape
As If I Was Papoose
Exposin All Your Skeleton
Straight Gettin Atchu
Tellin Everybody Imma Fuck You Up
When I Catch You
No What Im Talkin Bout
Im What A Thug About
Tella Nigga Im Frontin So The Squad Can Slaught Him Out
My Brand New Whipps And Gutt Em Out
Then Come Back With Some Diffrent Shit
Lookin Like Its It But Just Pimp My Shit
Im That Bitch And Aint No Chick Seein Me
Yall Bitches Need To Step Ya Rap Game Up Imedetly
Im Talkin Like Fuckin Last Year Like Last Decade (Hahahahaha)
Yeah Graduated From Mixedtapes Now (Papoose)
Somethin Bout Remy Nigga (Remy Martin)
Got The Mixedtape Award And All That, Yo (Papoose)
Album Commin (Remy Martin)
Check Me Out (Papoose)
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I Aint Recanize Remy When I Seen Her In The Night Club
We Got The Indusrty Addicted We Like Drugs
I Done Pop Chris Stall Dawn Pareone
Not A Drunk Alazate The Dawns Very Calm
The Wild Out The Drunk Henny Rum
Thats Why I Say
East Coast Pop A Bottle Wit Chall
Alotta Chicks Be Burnin Like Drinkin Some Vodka
Tryed To Tell Me She A Virgin Like Penacolada
Casket Creamed It Up Beam Away Shawn Dawnin
But None Of Dat Could Fuck With A Bottle Of Remmy Martin
Now I Done Smoke Purple Haze
Smoke Chocolats I Smoke Hydro
All Types Of Lalala Smoke Straights All Blazed Up
Puff Passed Do But None Of Dat Can Fuck With
A Pound Of Papoose
Niggas Wanna Clap Me Up Leave Me Holy
I Marajauana In The Flesh
Alotta Niggas Wanna Smoke Me
I Done Move Good Dope
Move Straight Coke
Shit So Pure Look Like It Came Off The Boat
I Done Move Hard Crack Its Alotta Dj's
But None Of Yall Could Fuck With A Kilo Of Kslay
My Work Would Drop Bomb He Rap From The Cops
He Drop My Whole Bomb Talkin Everysingle Rock
I Told Him No Everything Bout It
Cause My Single Was Hot
Flex Droppin More Bombs Then The Worker On The Block
Rapologie Surprime Folosophies The Thing
You Could Call Me Mr.Not So Remeadream
Remy Look Good In Person
Just Like She Do In The Magazines
So Ima Stay Close To Ms. Martin Like Dr. King
Never Used To Like Drop Tops
But He Think Flossin
So Im Bout To Have More Dropps Then Weak Fossets
He Dont Wanna Lean Back
Slay Hand Me The Tourists
Hit Him In The Back Of His Head
And Make Him Lean Forward
Yeah (Yeah)
Papoose (Papoose)
I wanna give a big shoutout to Da Riffs! (Shoutout to Da Riffs!)
Keep producing that fire! (That fire! That fire!)
Let's go! (Let's go!)
[Chorus]
Cause when it all begins
My eyes on the prize so it's on again
I refuse to loose I ain't gon pretend
I thought I told you I was born to win
Everybody loves a winner!
Victory I choose
Ain't no turning back cause I paid my dues
I tighten up my laces when I tie my shoes
Born to win, I refuse to lose
Everybody loves a winner!
[Verse 1]
My adrenaline rushing through my veins
Next stop is victory, it's rushing like a train
I'm determined to win, cause there's nothing like the pain of defeat
I refuse to remain incomplete
Gotta lot of stamina cause I train for some weeks
Got my strength from the vitamins and the grains that I eat
All obstacles overcame, I'm unique
I started from the bottom, see I came from beneath
The sky's the limit so I'ma raise to my peak
Winning is everything, let me explain what think
Practice makes perfect, so when working I dont relax
I practice a lot, therefore I'm perfect and that's a fact
Been through some hard times while the burner was on my back
It was rough, but I was determined so I adapt
Gettin what Im deservin, holla back
Game over you lost like a person with outta map
[Chorus]
Everybody loves a winner!
Cause when it all begins
My eyes on the prize so it's on again
I refuse to loose I ain't gon pretend
I thought I told you I was born to win
Everybody loves a winner!
Victory I choose
Ain't no turning back cause I paid my dues
I tighten up my laces when I tie my shoes
Born to win, I refuse to lose
Everybody loves a winner!
[Verse 2]
My competition said I wasn't ready to face him
My teammates said 'I think we need to replace him'
All the haters used to say 'Boo we hate him'
I wanna thank y'all for the inspiration
Waited a long time for my time I'm anxious
Something like a doctor, cause I got patients
May the best man win, the worst man lose
Last man no choice, the first man choose
I was born as a leader, that's what I gotta be
I don't follow rules, I let the rules follow me
I'ma focus man on the lose, animal out the cage
An ambitious and vicious champion with a rage
What's the difference between a champion and a challenger?
A champion already conquered his caliber
You tryna become, a champion became
I got more wins then a hurricane
[Chorus]
Everybody loves a winner!
Cause when it all begins
My eyes on the prize so it's on again
I refuse to loose I ain't gon pretend
I thought I told you I was born to win
Everybody loves a winner!
Victory I choose
Ain't no turning back cause I paid my dues
I tighten up my laces when I tie my shoes
Born to win, I refuse to lose
Everybody loves a winner!
[Verse 3]
That's why I eat finer foods
Complete wiser moves, I'ma retire you
No remmorce for these tired dudes
Let's celebrate the victory, I won like three minus two
Its only what you make it thats what we gotta remember
But deep down inside everybodies a winner
You gotta work hard January 'till December
Finish what you start and you can be a contender
Watch the man in the mirror, look into your inner
Self, maintian health and never be a quitter
Gotta shine like the sun, flow like the river
you see a chance to win then take it like a picture
I ain't tryna preach to you don't feel bitter
I'm just tryna tell you what it take to be a winner
He's a champion cause it's impossible to stop him
Victory is a option
[Chorus]
Everybody loves a winner!
Cause when it all begins
My eyes on the prize so it's on again
I refuse to loose I ain't gon pretend
I thought I told you I was born to win
Everybody loves a winner!
Victory I choose
Ain't no turning back cause I paid my dues
I tighten up my laces when I tie my shoes
Born to win, I refuse to lose
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