Outlaws of Cherokee Trail (1941)

Actors

• Griff Barnett (actor)
• Roy Bucko (actor)
• Bob Burns (actor)
• Tom Chatterton (actor)
• Iron Eyes Cody (actor)
• Ken Cooper (actor)
• Billy Curtis (actor)
• Rufe Davis (actor)
• Eddie Dean (actor)
• Joel Friedkin (actor)
• Bud Geary (actor)
• Herman Hack (actor)
• Karl Hackett (actor)
• Lloyd Ingraham (actor)
• Roy Barcroft (actor)

Genres

• Western

Taglines:

FOR LOVE AND JUSTICE The Three Mesquiteers riding hard...fighting for right among lawless men...giving protection to the girl of their choice!

Papoose Filmography

• Big Pun: The Legacy
  2008, role: actor , character name: Himself
• J.A.M. Awards & Concert
  2007, role: actor , character name: Himself
• BET Awards 2006
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself
• BET Hip-Hop Awards
  2006, role: actor , character name: Himself - Cypher

Papoose Filmography

• Black Street Hookers 24
  1999, role: actress , character name: Hooker
• Booty Talk 9: Kool Like Dat
  1999, role: actress , character name: Papose
• Cock Smokers 14
  1999, role: actress
• My Baby Got Back: Hot Chocolate #18
  1999, role: actress
• Pick-Up Lines 41
  1999, role: actress , character name: Herself
• We Go Deep 4
  1999, role: actress

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• You Can't Murder Me - Papoose
• What The Fuck Is A Papoose - Papoose
• What Makes Me Me - Papoose
• Welcome To Da Hood - Papoose
• Irreplaceable (to The Right Remix) (papoose Version) - Papoose
• Welcome - Papoose
• Victory 2007 - Papoose
• True To This Shit - Papoose
• Thug Connection - Papoose
• The Last Lyricist - Papoose
• That's A Good Look - Papoose
• That Nigga Pap Nigga Pap - Papoose
• Sharades - Papoose
• Salute The Dream - Papoose
• Russian Roulette - Papoose
• Ride Out - Papoose
• Revelations Of A Lyricist - Papoose
• Raised With Them Gangstaz - Papoose
• Publicity Stunt - Papoose
• Protect Ya Neck Freestyle - Papoose
• Nothing's Changed - Papoose
• New Era - Papoose
• My Girl - Papoose
• Mixtape Murder - Papoose
• Menace To Society Part 2 - Papoose
• Make A Difference - Papoose
• I Just Want The Paper - Papoose
• Hustle Hard - Papoose
• Gunz-n-rosez - Papoose
• Love Is A Battlefield - Papoose
• Let's Play Monopoly - Papoose
• Law Library (part 5) - Papoose
• Law Library (part 3) - Papoose
• Law Library (part 2) - Papoose
• Law Library - Papoose
• Is it Good to You - Papoose
• Go To War (ghetto Soldier) - Papoose
• Get Righ - Papoose
• Get It Poppin Again - Papoose
• Gangsta Around Your Way - Papoose
• Fitted Hat Low - Papoose
• Faces of Death - Papoose
• Double Crosser - Papoose
• Class Dismissed - Papoose
• Chess - Papoose
• Change Gon' Come (50 Shots) - Papoose
• Bucket Naked - Papoose
• Brotherly Love - Papoose
• Born To Win - Papoose
• Bonnie N Clyde - Papoose
• Bang Bang - Papoose
• Alphabetical Slaughter - Papoose
• Air It Out - Papoose
• Across The Track - Papoose
• A Millie Freestyle - Papoose
• A Fair One (fat Joe Diss) - Papoose
• 6 Foot 7 Foot - Papoose
• Wut Yall Gonna Do - Papoose
• Backwards Freestyle - Papoose
• Mother Ghetto - Papoose
• 6am (ft. Jim Jones & Jadakiss) - Papoose
• You Made Your Choice - Papoose
• Motion Picture - Papoose
• Monopoly Chop - Papoose
• I Get Gully - Papoose
• What's My Name - Papoose
• Cure - Papoose
• Ambulance - Papoose
• Mind Body & Soul - Papoose
• If I Die - Papoose
• Holiday Love - Papoose
• 6 A.M. - Papoose
• The Truth - Papoose
• Law Library Part 4 - Papoose
• Faith - Papoose
• Die Like A G - Papoose
• Where I Come From (feat. Dada Stone, O.Dog, Manson, Kino & C.Brown) - Papoose
• Top Of My Game (feat. Mavado) - Papoose
• Law Library Skit - Papoose
• Law Library, Pt. 8 - Papoose
• Get At Me (feat. Ron Browz) - Papoose
• Pimpin Won't Die - Papoose
• Nacirema Dream - Papoose
• Black Republicans - Papoose
• Bang It Out - Papoose
• Take It To The Guns - Papoose
• Trayvon Martin Tribute - Papoose
• Forgotten - Papoose
• Keep The Ratchet With Me - Papoose
• Shot Caller - Papoose
• Get Money Stay True - Papoose
• We Gettin It 2 - Papoose
• Mother Load - Papoose
• Try U - Papoose
• Let Em Die - Papoose
• New York Minute - Papoose
• Drop It! - Papoose
• Line 'Em Up - Papoose
• Get That Dough - Papoose
• Flashback - Papoose

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,

[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!

(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

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)

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

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

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

[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? !

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

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

[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

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

[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

(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

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

[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

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

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

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