
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Motion Picture |
«Yo Pap, yo son |
What you doing out here this late, son?» |
«Hey, nothing I came to the twenty-four-hour store and all that |
Out here, fucking playing dice with these niggas, man» |
«Hey you know my style, man |
I’m just making it rain in the golden lady |
I’m about to take it in, man» |
«Yeah, me too, man» |
«Yeah, it’s like four in the morning, man |
Take it in, dog» |
«It's four o’clock? |
Yeah I’ll go get some rest» |
Hey-yo, I left the corner four in the morning |
Henny’d up, hit the crib, tumbled down the stairs |
Pick me up |
Overheard my own people planning to hit me up |
And they ain’t even know I was listening, silly fucks |
«Papoose be stunting; |
yo, son, tear his kidneys up |
And clap him on the top of his head, that’s if he ducks» |
I dug in my pockets so I could load the milli up |
And all I felt was Phillies blunts, I’m pissy drunk |
Body me, how can it be? |
We blood brothers |
We hid behind the same cars when slugs hovering |
We talked about the future and rising above hunger |
But now you’ve got envisions of making this thug suffer |
Thinking--what could’ve made him flip? |
Is he a Blood, and he think I’m Crip? |
Is he in love and I hit his chick? |
No time to think; |
creep like a night burglar |
‘Cause for my life I’ll incite murder, vice versa |
I bust through the door ready to let my iron boom |
I’mma turn this livin' room to the dyin' room |
Turn the bathroom to the blastroom |
Bedroom to the deadroom |
Plain left 'em red, dead, doom |
(Cell phone rings) |
«Hey-yo, Pap, remember that kid you had beef with back in '94?» |
«What about him?» |
«Yeah, well, that coward nigga home now |
And he talking reckless, nigga» |
«Word?» |
«Meet me in town so I can kick it with you» |
«No doubt» |
«You know how it’s gonna go down» |
Word in the ghetto, this kid I had drama with before |
Insane tone, just came home, he want a war |
That black on black crime is swine, truthfully |
But if my brother try to do me, I have to empty five in his hoopty |
Who plotting to shoot me? |
Gotta be loony trying to go against my |
Block with a toolie, that’s like a ox to a Uzi |
Found out where one of them live, so we hopped in the hoopty |
Hit his crib, caught him in the bathroom, watching a movie |
I asked a few questions; |
he tried to fool me |
So I electrocuted him, I kicked the TV inside the Jacuzzi |
Some naked cutie ran in the room screaming «Don't shoot me!» |
My bullets hit her dead in the cootie, came out her booty |
I grab this chick named Rudi, put her to a doobie |
And made her tell me where the rest of the crew be |
Soon as we hit the other spot: |
«Yo, park the car on the other block |
Keep it running, cause if they see us coming, I’m dumming out» |
«Shut the fuck up, I’m running the shots |
In fact, Black, you’ll take the Mac back and Clack, pass back |
The other Glock;» |
hopped out of the car, gats cocked, ready to rock |
Pull right up on the side of us, an off-duty cop |
I told him: «Let's make a deal, split it partially |
You don’t disrespect my rivalry, I won’t disconnect your arteries» |
He poofed off and didn’t bother me, sort of heartened me |
My niggas by the car with me, screwing 'round with authority |
Bum rushed our way in the door, wage of a war |
Waving a four, «Y'all know what this is, stay on the floor!» |
(Everybody lay down!) |
I pick one of them up and put his face to the wall |
Told him: «I want the guns, drugs, jewels papers and all,» but he stall |
He tried to lie and say some chick had it |
Soon as he said his word is born, I gave him a miscarriage |
Put the money in the big bag, and |
I saw two of the dreads on the floor, chit-chatting and slick acting |
I told them: «I'll pint if you flitch, faggot» |
When Strong grabbed the big ratchet from Flip’s jacket and shit shattered |
We walked out of the building, holding cases of loot |
When we made it off the stoop, niggas was blazing off the roof |
My man tumbled down the basement steps |
Grabbed him by his shoulder, turned him over, looked in the face of death |
He was shaking, stressed, trembling, sighing, and shit |
I took the money out his pocket, no sense in dying with this |
Cock the hammer on my iron and spit, heard everybody crying, «I'm hit! |
«(Your son hit, son) |
My whole life relied on my clip |
Ran out of bullets, niggas pullin' up behind me in whips |
Bat me down, looked around, all my crimies was hit |
To all the thugs still breathing, take a deep breath |
He who live a street life shall die a street death |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Dumpin' ft. Hussein Fatal, Papoose, Carl Thomas | 2005 |
The Tunnel ft. Cormega, Papoose | 2014 |
The Golden Child ft. Remy Ma | 2019 |
Touch It ft. Lloyd Banks, Papoose | 2004 |
Aim Shoot ft. Mobb Deep | 2013 |
Crowded ft. Papoose | 2005 |
Turn It Up ft. DJ Premier | 2013 |
Rolling 200 Deep I ft. Sheek Louch, Snoop Dogg, Raekwon | 2023 |
Where It Started At (NY) ft. Jadakiss, Raekwon, Talib Kweli | 2006 |
Thug Connection ft. Kool G Rap, Papoose | 2019 |
The Plug | 2015 |
Michael Jackson | 2015 |
The Bank | 2015 |
You Aint Built Like That | 2015 |
Production Murder, Pt 1 | 2021 |
Punctuation Slaughter | 2021 |
Im Like That ft. Jadakiss, Styles P, Papoose | 2013 |
The Beginning | 2017 |
Where It Started At (NY) (Clean) ft. Jadakiss, Talib Kweli, Papoose | 2010 |
Numerical Slaughter ft. DJ Premier | 2019 |