Lyrics Back On My Bullshit - Papoose, Fat Joe, Jaquae

Back On My Bullshit

Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo'
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions;
I told 'em «I don’t know,»
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them «adios!»
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo'
I ain’t make «Panda,» but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with?
Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad 'cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass
on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin' the nuva
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove
it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders with hidden agendas
This time I ain’t playing fair
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!
On my BS, we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
That’s what PUN would say, killing ‘em that’s an understatement
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, now ain’t that a view?
And all my bitches is loyal, they got it tatted, too
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the Wraith
Everybody pissy, wanna lift me by the case
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sonned you, show your niggas what the gun do
.45'll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit 'til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing 'em softly, getting niggas up off me!
This time I ain’t playing fair
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)