I used to play for times like these to shine like gliss
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So I had to hide my fifth beside my dick
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Niggas brag about their bid like the world is sweet
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Fuck the penitentiary, I did life in the street
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Seen the summers get cold, just me and my crew
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Ask who keep it official, they gonna say Papoose
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Caught my first gun charge with a chrome trade duce
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Them niggas around the corner like to shoot off the roof
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I had enemies, friendemies, making memories like Genovese
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Snake squirming like a centerpiece
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I load the cartridge, wolf harder then so is my crew
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If you ain't feeding the wolves, the wolves gonna eat you
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These lames making me nauseous, man, I think they retarded
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They think beef is sausage, started to, wanna squash it
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I know the rocket and launch it, Smith & Wesson and losses
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Anything of this drama, he tried to play me, I shot him
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I did it with a mix tape, shorty, I did songs with everybody
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Tough love, don, John Gotti, banging since the cops had 38s and long shotties
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When I didn't have a hammer you thought it was sweet
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Then I got the pocket rocket hater, rest in peace
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Cancer with nigga, like Nino if he talk a lot
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Threw my alcohol in his face just like a barbershop
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You ain't talking about that thugging, then what you yapping for?
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Real gangster squeeze first and you don't clap it off
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Lay you on the curve, nigga you is a bird
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I'm focused right now, no disturb, fuck nigga
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Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
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Man, I do this shit for real and all they do is gimmicks
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All these haters talking slick 'cause they stay on my digits
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Bury you with this burner so bad you gonna need a clinic
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I'm the type of cat who walk around with that Mac 11 in my coat
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They selling the weed and they selling the crack and they selling the coke and that dope
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I lay the card and watch them get money, I didn't think I won't
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I just get messed up and run down no lanes, that's all she wrote
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'Cause my daughter needs some school clothes and my cousin need an appeal
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From down the hill we like Groundsville, we never ran and never will
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Boy, don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around and be stupid
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Don't broke the niggas that broke with me, they pull it out, they use it
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Yo, I came like a beast, I killed her in the street
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That's why I get harassed by that hip hop police
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Stalk niggas out ' why you think they all tryina black ball me?
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Now I calm down and just take cake with that straight face, no smiling
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Don't come at me, that girl respect me, that Pap nigga got talent
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Them inmates on the alley hear my shit and start rally
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'Cause I spit that low like berry teach them niggas street knowledge
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If I ace trap, so what? Say something, get cut
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If I don't give you a buck fifty then I guarantee you a bum
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If you diss me on your song and get away with it, you tough
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When you touch down in New York send them goons to pop your head off
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Catch me acting Barclay at that 'Gucci shoes on my feet, got 'em under pressure like sure
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Man, I show up on your block about 8 o'clock
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Early in the morning and I come collecting guap
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And I'm the king of my city 'cause I took it straight to the top
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When they said New York was dead I'm the one who made it hot
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I'm that same nigga from Cambridge with that piece of head and that pop
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Took a million dollars my first deal, why you niggas signing on cock?
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Why these niggas scared, they know me, claim they leaning on me
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I grab a dollar, I feed any day, way before I live on my knee
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They gonna remember me, I said remember me
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Ain't a nigga breathing doing better lyrically
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Kill my homie, we ain't pouring out no Hennessey
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I'm that man pouring out the blood on my enemy
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Hold up, lock down the whole street
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Thug on my click, got 'em all on the same hair, hold still, hold my shit
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It was something about that summer jam when I first stepped on that stage
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Had me feeling like a liar when they first opened this cage
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I'm gone
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Dreams & Nightmare (Freestyle)
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| Papoose |
