Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Papoose. Song from the album The Nacirema Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.03.2013
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Intro |
| Bloomberg wanna change New York gun laws |
| Rockefeller fucked up all of the drug laws |
| Alot of people hating on artists from up north |
| City at a stand still I’m here to unpause |
| Hometown haters don’t support oppose |
| Them out of town niggas come through and get sucked off |
| They ask how I knock my stuff off |
| I tell 'em niggas everyday I’m hustlin |
| Like a I’m a young Ross |
| Never been tough you was cut from one cloth |
| It must have been velvet cause you dumb soft |
| Can’t squash beef once a nigga get bumped off |
| You’re sweeter than duck sauce |
| I couldn’t give a fuck if you lost love |
| Once a couple shots get bust off |
| We lost blood and you said it ain’t no love lust |
| Your man said it’s dead so you taking your gloves off |
| Your man can’t tell me what to do that’s your boss |
| Cheerleader it’s cold so I keep a hand heater |
| My quarter water pussy change in your man meter |
| Take me I promise you you can’t beat us |
| You club pop up I bring the chopper up the amnesia |
| You not strapped but you claim you’re holding |
| So when shit pop off you be laying frozen |
| Then you wanna claim everything that’s rolley |
| Living off my fame so your fame is stolen |
| You playing kid games and in game we growing |
| Put shame in the game so the game exposed her |
| The things that you claim it’s insane I told her |
| So shut your kid playing man this things is chosen |
| You hate what you ain’t controlling |
| You a scumbag, your mother should’ve named you Trojan |
| I got my weight up they was talking Unity I |
| But when they had me running star they had me ruger me stop |
| Perpetuating frauds claiming that we poo when we not |
| Like I ain’t hear your stories when you got your jewelry pop |
| They call you by your first name you cool with these cops |
| You never feel the high one, but you soon to be shot |
| Since I was 16 man I used to shoot on these blocks |
| Duba duba we had the whole community locked |
| So when I started buzzing they already knew we was hot |
| Open them doors and the opportunity knock |
| I show my son the knowledge so he understand daddy |
| I teach my girl the wisdom so she make her man happy |
| My baby girl got my eyes she be starring at me |
| I let her know I’m too young to be a gran daddy |
| Man my wisdom is strong I could lift a carone |
| Quick as the glitch of a star drift as the ways of a lock |
| As I sit with the gods I see you sit with the frauds |
| Scripture my songs to show how dangerous these instruments are |
| You can hit with the drums, man a rhythm is hard |
| The high hemic you high flesh you can hear the guitars |
| My brain cells is jail ink pen is the yard |
| Such a prison with bars I got some visits to mom |
| You brag about getting head from a chick ass minor |
| You don’t brag about ruining that vagina diner |
| Lyrically inclined, spiritually divine |
| Mentally designed to leave you blind |
| It was meant for me to rise balistikally I grind |
| Third eye, trilogy the eyes epidemy wise |
| All you women beating guys is quick to meet demise |
| Could meet the mister meet the crimes |
| Just to see you dine |
| I’m pulling mm’s 9's physically I’m fine |
| I got my weight up in that chimp you niggas seeing size |
| Throw nigga be inside to pick the bee behind |
| I’m seriously surprised you killing me you guys |
| Try dissing me at times but victory was mine |
| Backstabbing motherfuckers sticking me with knives |
| All your trickery and lies with misery combined |
| No history of mine can’t finish this without |